SEASON GREETINGS

In this season of love, I wish you, from the bottom of my heart, a love that doesn't go sour.

LOVE IS GOOD!

LOVE IS GOOD!

Love can be found in the strangest places,
on the strangest faces,
on the strangest basis,
love is in the air,
even underground,
it is there.

Love is fair,
without peer,
love conquers fear,
it's always there,
love is pure,
it is the ultimate cure.

Love has curves,
but never an end,
it is not a trend,
it never ends,
on love I depend,
for love is God,
God is good,
Love is good!

UNTITLED

Some think say love na PLAY PLAY,
say na TAPE,
wey you fit just PLAY,
anytime ANYDAY,
ANYWAY,
love no be GAME,
if life na STAGE,
then love na STORY,
na story wey HOLY,
‘cos through love, God CREATE US,
e mean say e come from the CREATOR,
love na TRUST,
u gats ready pay the COST,
no be about who be BOSS,
or who say I love you FIRST,
love na SONG,
na journey wey no get BUS-STOP.


CHRISTMAS

Christmas don come AGAIN,
time to joli, time to feel FINE,
even though the economy dey MELTDOWN,
we no go RUN DOWN,
we no go FROWN,
rather we go dey BOUNCE,
and enemies go dey WONDER,
wetin dey make us PROUD,
wey make us the talk of the TOWN,
we no be CLOWN,
but we dey always LAUGH,
we be JESUS PEOPLE,
and JESUS birthday dey COME,
that’s why we’re having so much FUN,
and after this,
we shall celebrate many MORE,
AMEN!

HOT SPICY POETRY (HSP)

AEROPLANE
She makes me GLIDE,
she makes me SLIDE,
she makes me feel so good,
it's like i'm loosing my MIND.

She blows my MIND,
'cos she's one of a KIND,
she's hard to FIND,
and she's got me BLIND.

She's well DESIGNED,
and she takes me HIGH,
it's not a LIE,
she's the apple of my EYE,
she's an AEROPLANE,
baby makes me FLY.


MEAT-PIE
I call her MEAT-PIE,
my CUTIE PIE,
honey so fly,
honey's a SUPER STAR.

I look in her eyes, I see STARS,
like I'm an alien in MARS,
she's sweet like a chocolate called MARS,
baby, if you're MATHS,
i'll PASS.

For you, I'll ACT,
but not a WAKA-PASS,
I'll be the STAR,
in the movie,
and you'd be my BEAUTY QUEEN,
it's like I have MALARIA,
and you're CHLOROQUINE.


FANTA
Darling is as sweet as SUGAR,
silk like PLANTA,
refreshing like FANTA,
FATHER!
She makes me loose my BLADDER.

She's my LADDER,
a ladder of BEAUTY and GRACE,
what a lovely FACE,
she has GRACE,
and she lights up every PLACE.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES...........

How I wish that wishes were horses! Then I'd always ride them.
If I were asked to make a wish list right now, I'd probably wish for hours on end, because there are just too many things to wish for........................stable electricity for one...............good water...............good roads...........you can see why I said the list is endless.
I'm sure you also have so many wishes in your heart, that you whisper to your pillows on some nights. There are probably wishes that you have that you have never told another living soul about.
There are lots of wishes alright! But the truth is that wishes are not horses, and we have to work towards getting what we wish for. In other words, all wish and no work makes a silly dreamer.
So get on your feet, and work towards your dream, and it shall be well with you.

POETRY

THEATER OF THE ABSURD

When the puppet,
controls the puppeteer,
and the pied piper,
dances to the tune of the rats.

When common sense,
doesn't make any sense,
and decorum jumps over the fence.

Self-respect and dignity were friends,
but alas, they also have joined the trend,
and the result is a blend,
a fiendish cocktail,
of rancour and shamelessness.

The head is lost,
and reasoning is clouded by a fog,
of corruption and stupidity.

Please take a seat,
and enjoy the show:
you're welcome to the theater of the absurd!


CYNTHIA

Nobody is prettier than Cynthia,
I'm telling you that.
She's not fat,
she's tall,
as lovely as a doll.
She can cook, can sing,
she can even play strings.

Her breasts are like ripe oranges,
and I pluck them with care.
She's always there,
she cares, and even shares,
loyal, even when I'm not there.

Switch off the lights and light some candles,
take a shower and play some good music,
'cos tonight, I'm doing my duty,
give it all to me, and I'll take you on a cruise ship.

Cynthia,
I love you like a child loves meat pie,
promise me you will never leave my side.


WHICH WAY?

I've got to hustle for my pay,
to make a better day,
every night, every day,
I'm looking for a better way,
to get away,
from the misery and the gloomy days.

If any way is a way,
then I can go any way,
to the brighter day.
I just know,
I can't go on living this way.

On the streets everyday,
whether sunny or rainy day,
I just have to make a better pay,
get my bread,
and escape the dread,
of a lousy pay.

They say crime never pays,
but the criminals are living large this days.
Does it matter whether by hook or crook?
You just have to get there,
nobody's concerned which way you took?

ASUU AND NIGERIAN UNIVERSITIES

Thank Father In Heaven,that ASUU has finally decided to call off its four month old strike...ehw!
Having got some of what they agitated for, I think it's time for ASUU to also take a critical look inward, and find where their shoe pinches.
As a student of the Olabisi Onabanjo University, I find it sad to say that since we resumed to the school after the strike, I have not received a single lecture. I am sure it is almost the same scenario in many universities across the nation.
ASUU has been given their due,and I think it is time that we(Nigerian students) are also given our due, which is quality and qualitative education.
That is all we ask for,unless........................................we are also going on strike!

POSTCRIPT: What's up ya'll. Grand Tycoon says hi.................he loves ya like a fat kid loves.................uhm what?...................ice cream.........ciao

POETRY

DARKNESS
Darkness stole across the land,
in defiance of light.
It continued on its flight,
to torment the people, and take them as slaves.

Darkness came in many forms:
as sickness and diseases,
plagues to cripple the people,
to impale them on the pole of poverty,
of despair.

Darkness was brought by man,
blinded by the folly of greed,
the despicable weakness of the flesh.
This darkness is of man,
that specimen of mortal sand.

Look what you’ve done,
Oh man!
With your corruption and wickedness,
you’ve brought a curse upon your land,
and your acts have invited wickedness.



FRESH
Like the seduction of a succulent orange,
the kiss of the morning sun.
Like the intoxicating aroma
of newly cooked fish soup,
you’re fresh.

Fresh,
like newly born words,
newly formed thoughts,
and ideas
of paradise and a world beyond.

Like the shy morning dew,
the exuberant rain,
the care free teasing of the rambunctious palm wine,
you’re fresh.

You are fresh,
and fresh is you,
with no one fairer than you.
I want you,
‘cos I know you’ll make me new.

THE BANKING TSUNAMI

Just like a lot of other Nigerians, I read about the sacking of five bank chiefs, with shock on Saturday, August 15, 2009.
I actually saw it on the television news a day before, but the story was so ‘big,’ that I refused to believe it was true.
One of those times when the subconscious seems to be resisting reality, I guess.
Anyway, the news was that Dr. (Mrs.) Cecilia Ibru(of Oceanic Bank), Mr. Erastus Akingbola(of Intercontinental Bank),Mr. Okey Nwosu(of FinBank plc), Mr. Bartholomew Ebong(Of Union Bank), and Mr. Sebastian Adigwe(of Afribank), got the boot(pardon my language) from ‘Chairman’ Mr. Lamido Sanusi, the Governor of the Central Bank.
The story is still unfolding, but the gist is that the five ex-bank chiefs have been arrested, and arraigned before a court of Law over allegations of granting bad and non-performing loans, at times with no collateral…………….and a host of other one hundred and fifty something charges. Anyway, the EFCC guys said the charge sheet might be amended just yet, with an inclusion of other wrongdoings as they are discovered.
Uhm! Na wah o! All those five bank chiefs sacked, just like that.
I saw their pictures in the Dailies, and I must confess they weren’t looking their sunday best. It was even reported that Mrs. Cecilia Ibru broke down in tears more than once.
But hey, what’s the full gist? Because some people are propounding the theory that it is a northernisation agenda, if there is anything like that, whose script was written months ago. Some even re-published a THISDAY newspaper article of March 2009 to prove their story.
Some people also say that the bank chiefs can’t be absolved of blame, not with their adoption of Hollywood type lifestyles. And some other people said that those chiefs had a bias towards big men who had enough money already, when exercising their discretionary powers.
I feel the story is still unfolding, and the whole story is not yet out, so I reserve my comments.
But hey food for thought! Why is it that every time there is(are) allegations against big men in the society, the argument isn’t always whether the accused actually committed any wrongdoings or not, but rather, the argument is always that, it is a partial action and that the affected persons are been victimized.
You know how it is, we’re just gisting.
Catch ya later!

ASUU AND THE ‘MOTHER OF ALL STRIKES!’

ASUU AND THE ‘MOTHER OF ALL STRIKES!’
When I read a recent remark of the ASUU National President, Professor Ukachukwu Awuzie, in the dailies, it made me laugh.
He said that the current strike, which began on the 23rd of June 2009, would be the strike that would end all strikes. According to him, it was the ‘mother of all strikes.’
It’s funny because that’s what they kind of say every time there is a strike action.
Well, if the professor is thinking in line of the conventional gestation period in humans, we still have about seven months to go. Been that it’s a nine month ‘course’ and all.
Greatest Nigerian students! I think it’s time you dust your SSCE certificates and go job hunting.
Another interesting story coming from ASUU of recent is that they want to publish the names of all Nigerian public office holders, from the Federal to the Local government levels, who have their children/wards in schools abroad.
Ehn, ehn!
“What is that one going to solve? These people had better call off this strike, and stop all these jokes because they aren’t funny. I’m tired of staying at home!” an exasperated student of the Olabisi Onabanjo University(OOU) said to me.
I’m sure the ASUU executives have good intentions. And I can remember that an esteemed journalist, Mr. Azubuike Ishiekwiene, of the Punch Newspaper, suggested such a course of action in the early days of the strike.
Seriously, we know that a lot of Nigerian politicians have their children in good schools abroad. Like the Minister of Education, Professor Sam Egwu, also said, a lot of lecturers have their children in foreign universities as well.
I don’t think Nigerian politicians are usually moved by publications, whether in the newspapers or magazines.
Early into the strike, there was a hoopla about the decision of Professor Sam Egwu, to lavish about one hundred and twenty million Naira on his twenty fifth wedding anniversary when university students were idle at home. Nothing came out of it!
The ASUU can go ahead with the publication, but please call off the strike now! We want to go back to school.
Thank you.
Remember, we’re just gisting.

CHANGING A NEW LEAF

CHANGING A NEW LEAF


Changing a new leaf, is what we say anytime we are trying to change something about our behavior, character, actions…………..or basically anything in our lives.

Most times we find ourselves saying this repeatedly. I mean, let’s say you said that ‘I will never do so and so thing again in my life…..’ last year and now we’re saying the same thing again this year. That’s like going back to one’s vomit.

But a wise man, indeed once said that, No matter how many times one falls, a person is not defeated until he/she refuses to stand up again.

The reason I’m saying this is because it has happened to me. If I should be entirely truthful, it has happened to me a lot of times!

I guess the point is that we have been immunized by grace, and we are always mercifully given second chances. But I’ve also learnt that one should never take that grace for granted. After all, the Holy Book says that one cannot continually be in sin and ask for bountiful grace.

This life is a journey, and it is granted that it wouldn’t always be smooth sailing. If you think otherwise, I dare say that’s wishful thinking.

There are lessons, everywhere on the trail of life, to be learnt. The good thing is to learn those lessons and move on.

Recently, one of my secondary school friends (I graduated over six years ago), asked me if I had changed. I actually found that question amusing because I take it for granted that any human being will definitely undergo changes in the space of six years. The truth is that there is no stagnancy in life and one must move, whether backwards or forwards, it depends on the individual. Or isn’t it said that, Change is the only thing constant in life?

Conclusively, what I’m saying is that almost all of us are at a point of change right now in our lives. I am!

It is possible to get up and shine if you are on the floor. No matter what the issue is, it is not above you, and if you fail it’s only because you didn’t beg God and fight enough for yourself. Heaven favours those who help themselves, and the Lord honours the diligent.

I want to change a new leaf today, and I want us to do it together, because they say ‘the more the merrier,’ and besides we need to encourage ourselves.

It is possible, and I believe that we can do it. We shall overcome!

I love you.

Tofarati (Grand Tycoon) Ige

Sizzling poetry

GT'S MESSAGE

What's up ya'll? It's another day, and I'm praying for the best for all of ya'll. 'cos on the real, nothing happens without God.
Yo! About the ASUU strike in Nigeria, it's very bad. i mean, millions of Nigerian students are at home right now, probably thinking bad things in they minds.
Anyways,we got some poetry for ya'll to check out.
Please drop your comments.

NB: R.I.P. to the Senior Advocate of the Masses (SAM) Chief Gani Fawehinmi.

Peace and love.




SOLILOQUY
Got a thought to spare?
for my tale of woe and despair,
borne by a heart,
damaged beyond repair.

Where we were,
was better than where we are,
it's not by choice,
but,
here we are.

Did i hear you say 'ah?'
It's alright,
let a sigh,
and let's think side by side.

Welcome to my thoughts,
a world full of buts,
if only but,
I could only but,
then i'd have bought all the buts.

Share my thoughts,
a world of forgotten dreams,
and what have you nots.



TRAPPED IN PLACE
Suddenly I felt no pace,
no space,
between me,
and my past days.

My past days,
are not my better days,
for they were rainy days,
days with pain,
days with shame.

Shame,
disgrace came to stay,
staring me in the face,
and turning me into a nutcase,
transfixed in a place,
doing nothing but star gaze.

Star gaze,
until I'm in a daze.
These days,
I feel trapped in place,
like a mischievous kid,
pressed pause,
and has refusrd to click, 'play.'


IN LOVE WITH THE DOCTOR
I went to the Doctor,
'cos I was down with cold,
really bad cold,
that was making my thoughts run slow.

The Doctor thought it was my blood,
I knew it was love.
She wanted to give me some shots,
I knew I needed a kiss,
but how do i tell the Doctor this:
I'm head over heels!

Give me some Aspirin, Piriton, Codeine,
it won't solve a thing.
Run some x-rays and electromagnetic scanning,
and you wouldn't find a thing.
I've been infected with love,
and only a kiss from you,
can wash it out of my blood.



DELICATE
You're so delicate,
like a plate,
and you shine,
like heaven's gate.

You're a debate,
between beauty and grace,
for your face,
is as fine as lace,
an enigma of grace.

I'll be grass,
and you'll be grace,
please join me in the race,
'cos if I run with you,
I'll move at a faster pace,
and like Tupac,
I'll sing of Better Dayz.

This,
must be love,
so smooth and delicate,
hard to replace,
impossible to replicate.
It's love this time,
and I don't plan to be late........
Grand Tycoon
8th September.

SO FINE

You're so fine/you're divine/no lie/I want to make you mine/cos you shine/and you make me feel fine/you take me to cloud nine/If i'm the line/you're the rhyme/my gold mine/for you, I\ll cross any line/baby no time/please become mine

HELLO

What's up ya'll............my name is Oluwatofarati Moyosore Oluwaseun Ige, but friends and family call me GT. This is because my showbiz name is Grand Tycoon a.k.a the entertainment merchant
Yeah yeah, i'm a poet, a writer, a musician, and an actor..............wow!
Don't mind me, I like to kid myself.
But on the real though. I'm part of a group of guys and gals who are behind GRAND TYCOON ENTERTAINMENT. We do general entertainment: shows, concerts, rave parties..what have you. We're based in Lagos, Nigeria.
Anyways welcome aboard to my blog, and i promise to serve you to the best of my ability.
We'll be doing general discussions, poetry, music(I mean real hip hop from the streets of Lagos, Nigeria) even prose as it goes on.
Anyways it's going down.
Once again, welcome aboard, and please see me as your servant, to pander to your entertainment whims.
Bye...................talk to ya'll later