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Ufana Ishoyor

Ufana Ishoyor

I'm vaguely Polychromatic, mostly Monochromatic, a Shutter Nerd and an emotionally distraught Teenage Adult. Oh, and I'm bad with writing bios too so... Bye... I guess. #NonConformist.

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Ufana's Thoughts

Ufana's Thoughts

Allow me tell you a tale, it could be mine or... Yours.
Ufana Ishoyor Ufana Ishoyor
Articles : 115
Since : 04/06/2014
Category : Lifestyle

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Emotions.

Emotions.

Emotions; they come pouring like water off the edge of the Everest; cold and still, like the fires of furnaces of Babylon; heated till the heaters die, dead off of servitude, like the rolling clouds of a Pacific storm, like the stars of the cosmos, like the hyper-detonation of the earth's star, like the force of the universe, they are the force of
Forever.

Forever.

Forever was not wanting the new tech conversation she was having with her father to end, cause though she wasn't going to get any, it allowed her the chance to bond all she wanted with the man who raised her. Forever was not wanting the hot, unelectrified noon to end, cause though it was scorching hot; as long as they stayed indoors and played card
If Walls Could Talk...

If Walls Could Talk...

What if the wind had a voice, the hills a thunderous vocal, the sky let off its secrets like raindrops, doors never shut and ajar was the point of all treason… what if walls could talk? Secrets are meant to spill, for rules were made to be broken, if the impossible could happen today what would they say about us? For the things we do in secret wo
Waterfront...

Waterfront...

I stood at the waterfront with a beating heart, clothed in dripping blood and held by careless, carefree fingers that threatened to do as they pleased. I shut the rib that had caged and held back my ability to wander the vast arid lands of possibilities and opportunities, basically an America where the only Donald wasn't a 'Trump's but the joyous D
Homeless...

Homeless...

They say home isn't four walls, a shiny chandelier, Italian stained windows and a Russian nuclear proof door. Home isn't the Global Positioned Spot where the 'Leprechauns' buried that pot of gold for if it was; the queue might out 'Trump' that that graced the bank "First" on those early Nigerian monday mornings. They say home is where the heart is
Dear Whoever...

Dear Whoever...

Dear Whoever , My Story is one characterized by heartbreaks, broken trusts, empty promises and abruptly sunken friendships much like Cameron’s Titanic. Where I can start isn’t a problem but when it would end is probably at the tip of a blade, dislodged piece of led stuck in my skull, crashed car, fallen mechanical bird or a not so peaceful tran
Depression!

Depression!

Potato,Po-tah-to,Tomato,To-ma-toe, You said go, I said noYou said go, I stayed so I struggled and fumbledTo stay strongTo keep hopeI burned; burned bright like the Midgard star, burned fast like a meteoric shower, burned hot like the flames of Tatarus. Burn! I was burned, burnt out of the agency that was your life, stripped of beauty, stripped off
March 19th... (18+)

March 19th... (18+)

It is a little past 1 am on the 19th of March and as I gulp down the liquid fire that is this bottle of Campari, I think how my life has changed, quickly I pick my phone and send a text to Aly, “I just did it” and while we are talking via text, I can feel the excitement in her voice; “Tell me everything, how did it happen?”…It's just stra
Life @ 22...

Life @ 22...

Think good thoughts, drown yourself in an ocean of happy dreams, block out the bad overwhelming cloud that wishes to engulf your day of happiness… be grateful for life,somewhere, somehow, someone currently has it worse than you do. These are part of the reasons I hate birthdays, these are partly why I hate anniversaries. Everyone wants you to be
Pursuit of Happiness.

Pursuit of Happiness.

A long life race, like the click of the shutter, every shot a perfection in itself except what previously was is also perfect… Perfection then becomes overrated. A longing for something better, cause what was best was best only for yesterday, today holds a new better for yesterday’s best is only best for the latecomers. I am a forwardist and li