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"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......

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Shooting Victoria...

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...

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Shooting Otosi...

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...

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Shooting Ofem...

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...

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The Truth is...

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...

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Our Looking Glass #3

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;...

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I don't want to be in Love.

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;...

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Seph; Our Looking Glass #2

From Her Perspective; To me, He was the weird giant who gave me bone crushing hugs every time he saw me. Fast forward to knowing him better, he became the tall boy who I strangely got along well with. There was an unmistakable connection between us, one...

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