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        <title><![CDATA[Ufana Thoughts ]]></title>
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        <description><![CDATA[An Exhausted Philophobe With A Life That Revolves Around Photography and Could Have Been's...]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[On Turning 30; Depressed, Suicidal, Excited and Re-finding Apathy]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 20:11:03 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[So I turned 30 yesterday and well, its been a journey to get here; a 30 year journey (yes, I'm making dumb 30 year old jokes now. Get on the train... Kraaaa). Okay seriously, its been a rough couple of weeks (months actually but I'm downplaying shit for... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[On Photography, Social Media and Sharing]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2024 23:47:22 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[75-80% of the commercial work I do doesn't turn up on social media 40% of the collaborative work I do will never be edited because something I didn't factor in during the shoot renders the pictures "useless". P.S; this is a rant so don't expect a chronological... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Birth, Death and the Space In-Between]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2023 19:45:53 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Hey Guys, Long time no blog. I thought about starting a new blog but I'm a very lazy human and there's so much history on here that it felt almost illegal starting anew on another platform so here we are. Its been three years and 11 days since my last... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[For The Hatred Of New Beginnings]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2020 01:00:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Apathetic, Exhausted, Philophobic... Hopeful]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2020 00:30:54 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[&quot;On Tombstones of Bears and Tigers&quot; by Ufana Ishoyor ]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 01:00:11 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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...... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Blasphemy!]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2018 11:03:28 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Yellow Dresses]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2018 18:30:04 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Dear Whoever... ]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2018 01:48:20 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Waterfront...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 07:52:41 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Homeless...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 09:37:55 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Emotions.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2017 10:23:47 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Forever.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Dec 2017 19:16:30 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Depression!]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2017 09:03:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[March 19th... (18+)]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 17:19:05 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[If Walls Could Talk...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2017 02:29:25 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Pursuit of Happiness. ]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2017 09:48:46 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Life @ 22...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2017 21:33:29 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[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... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Shooting Victoria...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2017 12:17:01 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I am polychromatic. I experience things in full color definition, I see the world and all the little color pecks that switch variations when you throw open and close the window covers in a house. I am ‘photographically’ monochromatic. I love to portray... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Shooting Otosi... ]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2017 16:49:10 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Asking Otosi to stand on the edge of an unprotected stairwell emphasized the reason health ministry’s advice on protected sex should be adhered to; one mistake and you’d be sulking all your life. More importantly, it was facing my fears. You see, I am... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Shooting Ofem...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2017 13:34:38 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Back in Calabar and it’s a juxta-composition of emotions. A return to the feeling of uncertainty and insecurity and if there’s someone who connects and completely understands this; it’s Ubi Ofem. Ofem is a poet, an artiste in his own right. In a town... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[The Truth is...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2017 15:14:14 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[They say you don't know what you got until you lose it but for someone who's got a lot and lost said 'lot', trust me when I say; "I know what I've got". Hi, my name is Ufana Ishoyor and if you're reading this, then know I have a problem. It's more of... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[It's not that Serious...]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2017 10:29:01 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It was 6:17 am when Kola woke up that morning, looked at me and said "Guy sleep, It's not that serious" and over the long run, he'd repeat this phrase as though reminding himself... and me that no matter the current hassle, Nothing was ever really serious.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Our Looking Glass #3]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2017 12:32:04 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[From his perspective* Maybe it was because I was nervous or I was trying to impress her but I know I was well dressed to school that Monday. There was this uneasy feeling that was in the air; "Why had I sent the text?", "What if she says no?" or worse;... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I don't want to be in Love.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 11:13:11 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Love is an itch in the ass. It's annoying until you itch back, then it starts to feel strangely good, annoying but nice, like ice cream; sweet alongside the brain freeze, like sex; painful but pleasurable. In love, there's always a mix to the feeling;... ]]></description>
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