Ufana Ishoyor

Ufana Ishoyor

An Exhausted Philophobe. Also, My Life Revolves Around Photography and Could Have Been'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... Read more
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... Read more
"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...... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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... Read more
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