ARTISTIC TRIBE

The Paradox We Dare Not Name Peace, oh peace! The golden promise of a world at rest, The anthem of kings, the lullaby of the oppressed. They carve your name in treaties, chant you in songs, Yet summon armies to keep you strong. A throne built on stillness, a kingdom of bounds— Peace, the prettiest lie ever made. And time, ah, time! The grand architect of dreams and decay, Sculptor of empires, thief of youth. They worship your ticking hands, Mark their lives by your breath, Yet curse you when you refuse to wait. A master none can serve, a servant none can tame— Time, the cruelest joke in history’s name. But tell me, If peace must be kept by the sword, is it peace at all? If time exists only to slip away, did it ever belong to us? They call them gifts, they call them fate, Yet neither bends to the hands that pray. Peace is the quiet before the next war, Time is the distance between regrets. And we? We are the fools that chase them both. Peace is a state of mind, hums like a l...

The Illusion of Impossibility and the Paradox of Freedom: A Blueprint for Success in Travel, Business, and Real Estate Every day, the sun rises—an undeniable certainty. Yet, in the shadows of our minds, doubt lingers like an ever-present fog. I have walked this path of uncertainty, questioning whether I could graduate after an extra year, whether I could make sales in my first job, or whether I could ever break free from self-imposed limitations. And yet, here I stand—a testament to the fact that impossibility is a construct, not a reality. Impossibility, much like freedom, is a carefully woven illusion. We are told we are free, yet we live within invisible cages built by societal norms, economic systems, and our own mental barriers. We are taught to believe that some things are out of reach, that certain dreams are too ambitious, that success belongs to a chosen few. But the truth is, the difference between perceived impossibility and actual limitation is nothing more than...

The Weight of Illusions They spoke of freedom, a song sung through iron bars, a gospel etched in chained tongues. But what is freedom when the sky itself is walled by the limits of sight? What is choice when the road is paved by hands unseen, guiding feet not their own? They spoke of impossibility, a phantom draped in certainty, a god crafted from trembling hands that never dared to reach beyond the veil. Yet the sun has never sought permission to rise, nor the tide to return to shore. Who was I to kneel before doubt, to name the cage my home? Once, I knelt before syllogisms carved in stone, before the echoes of failed equations, before the voice that said, not you, not yet. A year stretched into a lifetime, logic failed me before I could fail it. And yet, I stand. Graduated. Moved. Breathed past the fear that tried to etch my fate in dust. Now I see impossibility is an orphan of the mind, a specter fed by those who fear the light. Freedom, its sibling, is a trick of the ey...

Ode to Oreoluwa Oreoluwa, a name like dawn’s first light, A soul that burns with wisdom bright. In ink and thought, your voice resounds, A seeker where the truth is found. A mind that questions, deep and vast, Through pages turned, through shadows cast. A warrior’s heart, yet gentle too, A thinker bold with dreams so true. You stand where crossroads twist and bend, A guide, a friend, a voice to lend. For justice calls, and you respond, With words like fire, fierce and strong. In faith, you rise—a beacon tall, With hands that build, that heed the call. A poet’s heart, a leader’s grace, A soul unbowed by time or place. So here’s to you, on this grand day, A force, a light, in your own way. For words are power, fierce and free, And in them, Ore, you will always be. Happy World Poetry Day!

How to Survive (and Enjoy) a 12-15 Hour Flight Without Losing Your Mind Let’s be honest—12 to 15 hours on a plane is a lot . That’s half a day of breathing recycled air, pretending to like airplane food, and trying not to make awkward eye contact with the stranger next to you. But don’t worry; it doesn’t have to be pure torture. Here’s how to make the most of it. 1. Treat It Like a Mini Staycation Think of this flight as your chance to be unreachable —no calls, no emails, no stress. Settle in, get cozy, and embrace the fact that you’re stuck in a flying tube with nowhere to be. 2. Pick the Right Seat & Own Your Space Aisle seat if you have a small bladder or like to stretch. Window seat if you want to lean against something and avoid getting up for others. Middle seat? I’m so sorry. You may want to befriend your seatmates early—maybe they’ll be nice enough to swap. 3. The Entertainment Plan: Movies, Shows & Podcasts Most long-haul flights have decent ...