Verse 1:
Amidst the lush and vibrant fields of Kilifi,
Atieno's heart burns with a fierce desire to be free.
But the shackles of tradition and societal norms,
Ensnare her spirit like a relentless storm.
Chorus:
Oh, Atieno, Atieno,
Your voice echoes through the land,
A lament for freedom,
A cry for change to come.
Verse 2:
Her father's stern gaze, unyielding and cold,
Condemns her dreams as foolish and bold.
"A woman's place is in the home," he declares,
Confining her spirit within narrow stares.
Chorus:
Oh, Atieno, Atieno,
Your voice echoes through the land,
A lament for freedom,
A cry for change to come.
Verse 3:
In the hushed whispers of the village council,
Her elders accuse her of causing trouble.
They fear her words, her passion, her might,
A threat to their ancient order and their right.
Chorus:
Oh, Atieno, Atieno,
Your voice echoes through the land,
A lament for freedom,
A cry for change to come.
Verse 4:
But Atieno's spirit soars, unbound and defiant,
Despite the scorn and the threats that confront her.
Her songs of hope and liberation,
Unite the hearts of those who dream of a better nation.
Chorus:
Oh, Atieno, Atieno,
Your voice echoes through the land,
A lament for freedom,
A cry for change to come.
Verse 5:
Through fields and valleys, her voice resounds,
Inspiring the oppressed to break their bounds.
Atieno's struggle, a beacon of light,
Guiding her people towards a future bright.
Chorus:
Oh, Atieno, Atieno,
Your voice echoes through the land,
A lament for freedom,
A cry for change to come.