school - Ufana Thoughts

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...

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;...

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...

A Word called 'Masculism'

* At 5, His Aunt took him into the room, shut the door and forced him into fisting her then she beat the crap outta him for not pleasing her enough but his story was heard and not listened to because he told it some 17 years later in a room of crowded...

Accumulated

He came to class and after minutes of an unending sputtering of academic…, he uttered his first striking statement; “little things are little things but when put up together, they become even greater things”. It was striking but at this point meaningless....

Let's Talk; Confidence.

In 2009, my Dad roped me into attending summer school to prepare me for SSS2. Unluckily for my cousins, my Uncle cued into the anointing and soon, we were one big grumbling family walking to E.H.J summer school every morning. The only positive thing about...

2016; A Review?

Does it really matter how it began? Rough, Smooth, Happy, Exciting, Adventurous or simply the facade of a life independent, slow ripping and tearing you apart, slow enough for you to see your own life end before your eyes, or should I say... Begin. The...

The Beauty Sequence; 12/MAC/...

To all 147 of the most annoying yet astonishing people I've met, I say to us all; "We made it", through the turmoils of assignments, storms of exams, winds against progress and now we've come out successful, we are leaders, we are on top... we are #Beautiful....

Irresponsible & Youthful.

I think this message isn't resounding loud enough or it is, but the people aren't listening carefully enough but either way, like the gong that I have chosen to be, I'll play on, play till my tune is understood, a tune that clearly reminds old folks that...

The Beauty Sequence; PO.JO.P.S.

21st of September 2005, that Mercedez pulled over and all my stuff was hauled into Bishop Ukpo hostel and six years later, I still hauled myself out from the same hostel bidding that formation ground farewell. Those six years where incredibly fantastic...