Poems from Skrybla Official
The Skrybla.
Scribbling words of impact on papyrus of ancient times.
I believe what I write can heal a broken heart and mend a broken soul.
We do what we do for the culture.
‘Count your blessings.’
The words of the preacher man,
Pierced my heart.
Let gratitude be your attitude.
And your servitude to God and man...
After a heavy day’s meal,
I was tired of this life.
And so,
I decided to visit the afterlife.
I slept.
Not dead,
I woke up realizing that,...
A hot afternoon,
The sun blazing,
Class ongoing,
But my heart still aching.
My thought wandering.
Exploring the path of life.
Or should I...
With a smoke pipe in my hands,
I lay on a seat of palm.
With thoughts of our land,
I frail.
The words of Nnamdi Azikiwe,
Navigate within...
A little boy walking through the high streets of condemnation,
Blinded by the light of salvation.
He then realized that,
Not all that...