The Artist Formally Known As Nkosi

By Nkosinathi Ncala Jehovah Flow

The artist Formally known as Nkosi

The rapper emcee poet transcending the boarders of word play

What is next we having lyrical orgies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nkosinathi Ncala Jehovah Flow
• Release date: Jun 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227612632

Nkosinathi Ncala Jehovah Flow

Poet  From South Africa. A diverse style of poetry  Influences of the following genra Literature Philosophy Psychology Philosophy

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The Classics

A Collection of Poems

By Nkosinathi 2Pistolz Ncala

From Dust To Being Buried In A Pyramid:

The paradigm of the family earning R10 000 a month.

Wealth is eager to extend its territory, by any means necessary, the paradox of the family

earning R100 000 a month.

Born from dust.

Buried a pharaoh.

What you do with your gift of life is condition reflecting all that dwells in your heart.

Mankind has 3 basic needs:

Thirst.

Hunger.

Reproduction.

Survival is a science, observe study & master it.

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The family earning R100 000 per month 

Lives in a 5 million rand home. 

The monthly instalment is R30 000 over the next 20 years.

The paradox of the family earning a combined income of R10 000 per month.

They can afford to purchase a home through the bank they renting an 2 bedroom apartment CBD Johannesburg R3 000 per month 

The family earning R100 000 per month.

The husband drives a R500 000 car.

Instalment R8 000 per month 

The wife drive a paid up SUV R400 000 worth. 

The paradox of the family earning a combined income of R10 000 per month.

The family does not qualify to purchase a motor car though the bank, they use taxis public transport. 

The paradox of the family earning a combined income of R10 000 per month.

The children attended a government school they were dedicated observant curious and eager to learn. 

The family earning R100 000 per month.

The 2 children went to private schools.

They were clinical & diligent from day one 

they are from a clinically certified grounded family.

The family earning R100 000 per month.

The dad is an IT Software Engineer. 

The mum is a teacher.

The boy is going to university next year he wants to be a civil engineer.

His sister is doing her final year in psychology at WITS University.

The paradox family earning a combined income of R10 000 per month.

The mum is a domestic worker and her boss is a librarian so her children are well red on religion politics philosophy psychology biographies and history.

The dad is a grander he is a hard worker a loving husband and nurturing dad. 

His 2 daughters got 3 distinctions each in matric they have been accepted at UCT University of Cape Town. 

The other daughter is excelling in her 3rd year the University of Pretoria. 

His son is a physician. 

The moral of the story is.

What I am trying to say is.

In a single generation poverty can be swallowed by wealth and spat out in an abyss of sulphur never to been again. 

Let us not forget the pain. 

Let us remember we’re we come from.

Keep in mind where are we going.

How long will it take us to get there?

Stella & The Sapphire Ribboned Rose

She stands tall

like the Eiffel tower.

With curves illustrated like the Drankensberg mountains, for lack of a better word she is gorgeous, stupendous, there she goes she is on my mind again.

She got more game then the 

Kruger National Park.

Yet the reality she is an endangered species.

She is being poached for her minerals.

Her riches don’t belong to no man they belong to God. You see the problem?

The minerals belong to God. 

Who told us about God? Man.

The prophets 99.7% of them are men.

Can you see the conflict of interest?

I am all for faith.

Yet we can not follow the agenda of men blindly. He has illustrated to his fellow men over centuries heaven is a place on earth.

Do not be shell shocked by the cartridges and gun smoke.

Yet this is reality.

Man rules the world and everything in it.

Including the African princess.

Man rules the Queen and the Goddesses 

in this lifetime

Stella & The Sapphire Ribboned Rose

Yet even in the famine and droughts 

she flows the Victoria Falls there is enough water for wild game the lush vegetation and the farmers can harvest their crops.

Forget the value of a Cullinan diamond.

What is the value of the Kimberly big hole?

Don’t take your eye off the prize.

Keep your dreams within daylight.

No matter how tough it may get

keep gaining ground towards the ultimate goals.

Picture the day you arrive at the land of milk n honey.

When all is said and done.

Is life everything you imagined?

Nkosinathi Ncala

Stella & The Sapphire Ribboned Rose

14th February Tuesday 2023

Happy Happy Valentines 

To All The Pretty Ladies.

To All The Thoughtful Gentleman.

The Key To The Mind 

By Nkosinathi Ncala

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The key to the mind.

The keys to the mind.

The mind is an instrument the sound that is orchestrated naturally oozing and caressing the host and hostess. 

The information embedded in knowledge has overwhelmed the conscious of humanity.

Sanity is on the edge of the cliff 

the pressures of survival may push the bewildered soul over the edge.

How many souls never made it to heaven?

Are you with me.

Are we on the same page.

Picture an object.

What is the object you pictured?

Keep the answer to yourself.

Picture a red circle.

Can you see it clearly?

You may now reveal the object you pictured?

Put it in a square.

Now exiting the prism by paying 

homage to a triangle.

We re now in the presence of the pharaohs

Keep your eyes lows the oracles are                       watching your fate is no longer in your hands

Close your eyes and let go as we embark on a journey defined by many a miles.

Yesterday we are born. 

Today we live. 

Tomorrow will we be remembered?

In the meanwhile let’s strive to manifest dreams int reality, what else are we living for.

The Nature of Death:

( Let Death Not Be Alive ):

What if death is a state of sleep?

What if in that moment that you die 

you fall into a deep sleep when you are conscious of that state of sleep you are now living in reality.

So death is a dream called reality.

Being born is a temporary consciousness called life.

Birth.

Life.

Death.

You can not have one without the other.

Birth the female seed.

Life the father.

Death the son and daughter.

Why do we fear death?

Does humanity understand death?

Anything born must die, a natural or unnatural death.   

Life is accompanied by death. 

Time is ticking from the moment the soul is born. 

Death is when the heart stops beating.

Either way you look at it 

It’s death on arrival.

Who is the master of death?

Who is the author of life?

Without life there can be no death. 

Let death not be alive. 

When death is sleeping we breathe.

When death lives we die.

Life and death realty cross paths least 

PSTD Post Traumatic Stress Dis Oder be triggered.

Death will creep up on you. 

Like your side chick who missed her period for the 4th straight month. Wifey is filing for divorce this time it’s cast in stone she leaving with half. 

What hurts is she is your soul mate you really love her her with all your heart. Yet how do explain the infertility? That is a topic for another day, perhaps another poem.

Death watches you from the day you are born.

Which realm is death from?

Death is the cradle that rocks the soul to sleep.

Few will go in peace. 

Few will rest in peace. 

How can you rest in peace when you left a mess back home?

You took your own life. 

Rent has not been paid in 6 months. 

Your fiancée is 3 month pregnant.

Let us not touch on your debt because I will get depressed on your behalf.

A million ways to die. 

The way the soul exits the flesh you can count with 10 fingers. 

What are the states of death?

A natural death.

A premature death. 

Murder.

Homicide & 

Suicide.

Miscourage. .

Dare I