Poem by Pearl Mirriam Nkosi and her Profile

I'm a seventeen year old dedicated writer from a small town in Witbank. I've been writing for as long as I remember. For me writing is like pasting away my thoughts on a wall, this is a gift I thank God for everyday because just a few of us are granted with this gift and so seriously I take it, because I can express myself more when it comes to Worshiping and praising through my material.

There's this myth that people that get gifts of elocution grew up in the presence of good speech. I was never better in any way, I couldn't speak well. I was from a public school and did not know the different types of eye-catching ways of presenting myself, my English never progressed overnight, I learned so hard, I read a lot of books and took certain styles of writing and then the real God that I serve fell in love with my dedication even though knew that sometimes at home we were facing challenges, I stood and said I wouldn't stay tied in the same chain of suffering like everyone else in my family. And that's why I choose to write to free my and everyone else's soul.

POEM

Title: How Really?

Author: Pearl Mirriam Nkosi

Written for Apostle Praise

How Really do we celebrate people like these?

They've been sent to perform extra-ordinary things, sent to change and shape our lives.

How do we?

People that find keys to locked chains - people who have been given ways to tell souls what they are behoved for.

People who take you to Zenith by the truth they tell.

People who give you a clear definition of who the real God that we are serving is.

How do we?

When in actual fact the ones swimming in demonic and diabolical deeds are celebrated so much, so much that it questions how we should with the good types of people.

It's her intention that strike me the most her. Her silence alone gives you just a portion of her profile.

And by my truth, I stand before her today, conceding that it is not much of her I know, and I can't promise to guess that it is nothing of me she'll find out.

I have been putting myself together and it's her who made it easier to understand the divine power.

I've got some place to go and through hearing her out, yearn for even more, more of her.

Her going on

Her living

Her being

Makes me believe in

The fact that it is through Him

That alive I still am!

You see, another day of you living is another day of other souls being changed

How do we, thank her?

You see, her honesty makes you love her - her decision to serving the Lord our God makes us believe in only truth.

Her form of being

Her sway

With nowhere else to you

You non-believer

One step forward and then three of them back

Unspurred and looking for a finding

Unspurred and looking for courage

Unspurred and looking for change

The yearning, takes you far

The seeking, misplaces you to God's of false

The searching wounds you up here.

All dead in spirit and confused you sit in the front seat.

You're not soul searching.

You're looking at her dress, her shoes and her bag and her face, and the way the other one has dressed.

This was before her sway appeared and by your truth, it is not much of her that you know and you guess it's nothing of you she'll find out.

Amused you get, not a word has been said yet, but you spot the attention

And then she says something

She defines what He defines

She confides in what you couldn't consult

She oozes with confidence

She moves with assurance

She speaks with eloquence

She makes you think of repentance

She with her words of Encouragement

Her sway is a Melodia

Her adding on a year means more days of saving another unclarified soul

Then you've got somewhere to go. You're a believer. Seven steps forward and none back spurred you are

And then to her you say

Live long, live longer so that your sway can be a melodia to another soul who'll take a seat in the front

Unamandla loJesu, makasongele wena!

Hallalah

From the first day of you getting just a glimpse of her, you understand why;

Sensational

Sophisticated

Sensitive

Inspirational

She Is

How really.

How do we celebrate their growth.

How really?

What do we say?

When what she defines is way beyond description.

Because when she shares a sermon,

She defines what He defines; she consults who I couldn't consult before.

God has moulded us a soul and I am certain that it's for a good reason that alive she is, and that she's adding another year to her age.

How do we really give the outmost appreciation to her when everything seems to have been done before.

So I ululate

To eliminate the fear

I celebrate the Ultimate

True prophet

With so much confidence

With so much eloquence

And with this energy

How then do I ask? How do we?

Delivered on 05 March 2010 on a birthday celebration for Apostle Praise Tsidi Kambula at Kingdom of God Ministries at Witbank.