Documenting various occurrences in my life and turning them into missive articles might seem fun and all but, one thing is clear and sure; I’m nobody’s Role Model. Hey, Good Day. It’s Ufana Ishoyor again and while I’m sitting off the edge of storey buildings...
Things happen for whatever reason and decision we make but, they don’t really reflect our true person, they simply could be a manifestation of our current situation or state of mind. Hi, I’m Ufana Ishoyor and I can’t agree with #No_SUM, I feel it’s religiously...
So we’ve heard in a marital home, to stay happy, the man must always be willing to apologize whether he is right or wrong. I mean on daily basis, we see social media text that propagate feminine superiority over the “overly overrated” gender equality...
A very intelligent and beautiful lady once told me I got inspired by buzzing flies and everything fate threw down my path and that’s why it wasn’t hard for me to write. While I’m not totally debunking this assertive theorem, there’s much more to my written...
Sometimes I get afraid of being called a poet, Because I feel way below standard, I feel my words are yet literally sterilized enough to fit into the category of poetry, Sometimes the pen feels so heavy... writers block I guess, Paper seems hard like...
Let’s take a couple steps back, without the combustion of emotions, when I was still sane or rather insane enough to do things and remember them, when I was still Ufana Ishoyor, when I was still me. Hi, I am ..., I don’t know who I am, I only know who...
So, you’re living your life on the safe lane, following the rules, being the good student, not venturing against your parents orders. In essence, you’re the perfect living zombie. Maybe I began a little too rudely, Hi, I’m Ufana Ishoyor and this is the...
You owe me no such favours; you barely have to talk to me. We are past and I recognize that now, so have a good life. At least, I taught you one thing; “All humans are expendable”. Hi, Ufana Ishoyor here. It’s 7:07 am on a Sunday morning and I literally...
So, it’s D-day and dad is all on my neck about how late we are. I want to yell back and remind him that our flight is for 8; 00 pm and this is only 4; 00 pm and the airport is just 30 minutes away but I think of it, suddenly remembering all the nights...
Love Struck, and I mean struck like ‘hit with a stick and so it hurts’ kind of struck. Yep, that’s my story, that’s my tale. Now, I simply live like Selena, waiting for “Breathless moments” to take me down. Hi, it’s Ufana Ishoyor and as usual, my life...
I love you with the charade of facial colours, they make your features come our no doubt but, I’d rather gaze upon your imperfections, your zits, your pimple scars, your dimples, all your features without the fillers, brown mask, liners and coloured pencils....
Yin and Yang, Good and Evil, everything has an opposite and clearly, we all know there’s a difference between sex and love making. Hi, it’s Ufana Ishoyor , how’s your week? Hope Y’all are good. So basically, we all believe in the existence of a Supreme...
It’s been over twenty five years and I clearly still remember the stench of the gutters, the dirt that laid gracefully at the side of the road, the original 3D potholes that beautifully designed the already life threatening roads, the smell of poverty...
This is me making notes cause my life’s class is in session. How about I just give up my happiness and please the world or rather, please YOU. It’s ironic how happy I was with you and yet sad, how complete I felt and yet empty. They say love is finding...
Let’s say she’s indifferent, like every other lady, she wants to be noticed, like every other woman, she wants to be loved but luck hasn’t shone on her, or maybe it has and she hasn’t noticed it yet. Held back by family restraints and the will to be the...