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Ufana Ishoyor

Ufana Ishoyor

Exhausted, Apathetic, Philophobic... Optimistic

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Ufana's Thoughts

An Exhausted Philophobe.
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Articles : 120
Since : 04/06/2014
Category : Lifestyle

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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
Blasphemy!

Blasphemy!

Disclaimer; Turn away now you agreed if you think Kambili deserved to be whipped... Mother taught me that God answerth all, that there's only one God but mother doesn't agree with my being a catholic, for some reason the word of God differs there. Growing up, Padre taught me that God was love... or rather; God is love but Padred stood on said altar
Apathetic, Exhausted, Philophobic... Hopeful

Apathetic, Exhausted, Philophobic... Hopeful

So I'm writing this morning because I regressed again and while I'm not sad about it, I'm left wondering when I'll put the past in the past and be able to move on with life, unburdened by the memories of what was, unbothered by the thoughts of what could have been. I broke up with my girlfriend recently... and while I really loved her, there were s
For The Hatred Of New Beginnings

For The Hatred Of New Beginnings

You know how motivational speakers tell you starting over is the best thing that can sometimes happen to you... That is premium bullsh*t. Waking up every morning, knowing you have to face the same reality is hell on earth; so maybe this is a test run for the eternity that awaits us but enough of the philosophy crap, I'm here to rant about my hatred
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
Yellow Dresses

Yellow Dresses

Yellow Dresses Bright like the an Evening Sunset,Beautiful like Blooming Sunflowers, Innocent like Baby Allies. We waltz in ballrooms dressed in little Yellow Dresses, and watch from above like phantom drones as plaited fabrics swirl elegantly like Lillie's at the base of giant mountains under the morning breeze Green Dresses Long and Overflowing l
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
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
"On Tombstones of Bears and Tigers" by Ufana Ishoyor

"On Tombstones of Bears and Tigers" by Ufana Ishoyor

I've been scared to put my new compilation online because most lately, I've been battling with the reality that the world doesn't give two fucks about you unless you're famous, rich, dead or all three rolled in one but reality sucks they say so whatever... Here it is; My second compilation "On Tombstones of Bears and Tigers". It's not a love story
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