Lapalapa, I hate thee!

Ajulo David

Biography: Ajulo, David Olufemi is a multifaceted professional whose career and passions span technology, literature, business, and agriculture. Trained as a Telecom Engineer, he has built a solid reputation in the world of communication technologies, ensuring innovative solutions that connect people and empower industries. Beyond engineering, Olufemi is an internationally recognized Sales Professional, celebrated for his outstanding ability to build relationships, inspire trust, and deliver results across diverse markets. His creative spirit finds expression in poetry, where his words resonate deeply with audiences, weaving themes of humanity, resilience, and the beauty of existence. As a Poultry Farmer, Olufemi demonstrates his belief in self-sufficiency and sustainable living, nurturing not only livestock but also a philosophy of responsibility and care for the earth. At his core, Olufemi is a lover of nature and all that is good to behold. Whether through professional excellence, poetic insight, or his agricultural endeavors, he embodies a rare balance of intellect, creativity, and a profound appreciation for life’s simple yet profound wonders.

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Monday 15 September 2025

The voice of many, God's command

The gluttonous 20% prayed for looters to thrive,

For thrones of deceit where corruption survives.

Priests anointed their plunder, baptised their greed,

Guardians of darkness, blind to the people’s need.

The 80% bowed, gagged by despair,

Like rams to the slaughter, stripped, laid bare.

Silent, crushed, their spirit betrayed,

Till heaven declared: The hour is made!

Truth thundered like a war-drum’s cry,

Rot scattered, corruption ran dry.

A virgin voice, untainted, aflame,

Rose in power, dismantling shame.

The shackled awoke, the docile grew bold,

Their march was a river, relentless, cold.

They swept the bald tyrant like straw in the gale,

Chaff in the tempest, no refuge, no bail.

Now Justice sits, incorruptible, crowned,

The people’s decree shakes the ground.

For the voice of the many is God’s command,

And heaven has freed Nepal, by its hand!

Ajulo David

Monday 15 September 2025

A Song in a Strange Land

They roam with restless feet,

Seeking crowns where they were not carved,

A hunger unquenched by hearth or home,

A thirst that drains the host they meet.

Merchants of mirage,

Cloning thrones where thrones are set,

They weave their tents on borrowed soil,

Yet stretch their arms to claim the sun.

Can one sing the Lord’s song in exile?

The question lingers, ancient and stern—

But their answer is thunder,

A hymn pitched higher than the sky,

A contest with spirits,

An echo that dares the gods themselves.

Insatiable push,

Authority wrestled from shadows,

Recognition bought with stubborn breath,

And always, always,

The dream of a kingdom

In another man’s land.

Ajulo David

Monday 15 September 2025

Lapalapa, I hate thee!

‎Upon the head you make your claim,

‎A creeping thief with stubborn flame.

‎Lapalapa, with Osupa near,

‎Ekusa joins—my crown they tear.

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‎The healer’s hand then marks the skin,

‎With scarlet trails that burn within.

‎A fiery brew, kerosene’s breath,

‎Descends like judgment, pain of death.

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‎The jaws they grind, the teeth they gnash,

‎As searing heat and torment clash.

‎But soon the frost, like polar snow,

‎Bites deeper still, a colder blow.

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‎Then silence falls, the pain released,

‎A fleeting calm, the itching ceased.

‎The foe lies still, the head feels free,

‎A fragile, borrowed victory.

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‎But Mario-like, you rise once more,

‎Unbidden guest at scalp and pore.

‎You spread like flames in prairie grass,

‎Dividing skin with map-like mass.

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‎O parasite, so rude, unkind,

‎You plague the body, haunt the mind.

‎No welcome waits, yet still you stay—

‎Lapalapa, be gone, I pray!

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