Naija Poetry | Cowtail Valentine

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 revolutionary poetry, where his words resonate deeply with audiences, weaving themes of humanity, egaliatrian society, resilience, and the beauty of existence. As a passionate 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. The number to reach him is 07061394472.

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Friday 13 February 2026

Cowtail Valentine

Friday came in dancing,

‎With pepper in its shoes,

‎Carrying a steaming secret

‎No hungry soul would refuse.

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‎A package like a prophecy

‎Landed in my hand—

‎From our own merry Hero,

‎The kindest in the land.

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‎But wait—the real enchantment,

‎The twist in this grand tale:

‎It passed through Queen Bumsy’s pot

‎Before it reached the cowtail.

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‎Now in her royal kitchen,

‎Nothing remains the same;

‎Soup becomes a miracle,

‎And pepper earns a name.

‎One spoonful greets your spirit,

‎Another warms your chest;

‎By the third, your wrinkles whisper,

‎“Perhaps we should just rest.”

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‎The knees begin negotiating,

‎The back regains its pride,

‎And even tired old slippers

‎Walk with a youthful glide.

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‎The pepper shouts, “Attention!”

‎The cowtail says, “Be calm,”

‎Together they compose a hymn

‎That tastes like healing balm.

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‎Forget the roses this season,

‎Let chocolates take a break—

‎Give lovers bowls of peppersoup,

‎And watch their cold hearts wake.

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‎For in Queen Bumsy’s kingdom,

‎Valentine is no small thing;

‎It simmers in a silver pot

‎Like love with steam and zing.

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‎So here’s to the Queen of Cauldrons,

‎Her ladle raised up high—

‎Where love is served in spicy bowls

‎And joy comes floating by.

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‎May her pots never retire,

‎May her peppers never fail,

‎And may every Friday end

‎In a bowl of blessed cowtail.

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‎ (C) 2025 David Ajulo

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