Atieno the Village Beauty (2017)

Ask and you will be told,

In words not cold but bold,

Of Atieno the village beauty,

A little baby girl born deep in the night,

Yet was a light,

In her people’s sight,

She was a proud daughter,

Of the sons of Ramogi,

As beautiful as a goddess,

Her teeth as white as milk,

With a gap that made boys go crazy,

Wait till you hear of Atieno,

As they marvel at her beautiful eyes,

That made brave men shell away,

Her smile,

Like a beautiful rainbow in the sky,

Her steps,

As gentle as the morning breeze,

Her voice,

As sweet as singing birds,

Her bow-shaped legs,

Her beautiful curved figure,

And her soft dark sin,

That made the young men fight,

For a chance to call her wife

 

Listen as the Orutu players sing her praises,

Daughter of the sun,

That will never set,

The girl who woke before the birds,

Knew how to till the land,

And tend to the crops,

Clean and go for a pot of water,

Oh! Atieno the river that will never dries up,

The girl who went to fetch fire wood,

And was not afraid of smoke from the kendo

As she prepares a delicacy of Aluru,

That always leaves the tongue,

Begging for more,

Atieno the tide of good fortune,

Atieno the village beauty

 

Ask and you will be told,

Of Atieno the village beauty,

The girl who sat by her mother’s side,

Listened carefully to her Aunties,

Greeted the elderly with respect,

And when sent to the market,

Took off as fast as an Antelope,

And always came back in time,

Pride of the land,

Joy in her father’s Dala,

Jewell to her brothers,

The girl who warmed the hearts of the old with pride,

Filled the young men with desire,

Young ladies with envy,

And children with joy,

 

I have heard of them speak,

Of Atieno the village beauty,

The girl who was kind and gentle,

But also fair and firm,

The daughter of the sun,

Meant what she said,

And said what she meant,

She was not a girl, who confused the words yes and No,

Neither did she have time for village players,

No… not Atieno the daughter of Ramogi,

 

Today she is long gone,

But in babies, they hope she’s born,

As they still remember,

Atieno the village beauty,

They ask their daughter to walk like Atieno,

And their sons to marry girls like Atieno,

They still sing her praises,

And ask the gods to bless her,

Atieno the daughter of lake,

Atieno the lioness,

Atieno the ever beautiful peacock,

Atieno the village beauty,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Before you go to sleep (2014)

Before you go to sleep,

So deep,

I would ask you to look into the skies,

For it never lies,

And so is my love,

For you to always have,

Before you go to sleep,

So deep,

Remember that in my mind,

You’re thoughts you will find,

Before you go to sleep,

So deep,

Please smile at the world,

It is wild,

But you are the beautiful tide,

Always the better side

Before you go to sleep,

So deep,

Please remember to look at the moon,

And know that I will be home soon,

For in you I find peace,

And your beautiful eyes I miss,

But before you go to sleep today,

And as you pray,

I wish you sweet sweet dreams,

Gentle like the waters of as stream,

A blessing in my life to share,

For you will always I care,


 

When Love was Love

We call them,

The good old days,

When days were longer,

And men stronger,

Nights peaceful and bright,

With the moon light,

And the tunes,

Of the cricket ever determined,

Those were the days

When love was love,

When we would walk gently by the stream

And share our dreams,

Talk with our eyes

And listen by our skin

Those were the days

When love was love

 

When we used to write letters,

With the texts of love,

And wait on each other by our secret spot,

Watch the sun go down gently

And the moon come up brightly,

Those were the days,

I was a boy

And she was a girl

When love was love

When I used to watch her

Walk from the river with a pot neat

On her head,

And she would gently smile,

And shyly look upon the ground,

As I felt my heart

Beat with excitement

Those were the days,

When love was love

 

When I would hide by the tree,

And wait for her daddy to leave

Setting her free,

Then would hurl a rock,

At her bedroom window,

Just to have a glance,

Just to see her smile,

That was when love was love,

When I would dream of her at night,

And she would think of me by day,

We would swim in the river,

Play hide and seek around the grasslands

And take a stroll deep in the forest,

And tell the trees of our love,

Tell the birds of our affections,

Ask the gods to grant us their blessings,

And enjoy the warmth of the fire in the evening,

When love was love,

 

When I went to her home,

With my people to claim my price,

My pride my love,

And she stood with grace,

With pride and stature,

As woman enough to be my wife

Those were the days,

When love was love,

We ate and drank with joy,

And cemented our love before our people,

With the blessings,

To live with love,

In peace and harmony

Share and blossom with children,

And grandchildren,

That was when

Love was love

 

 

When she promised to always love me

And I to always respect her,

Share in your burdens and joy,

When we would share our days

And share in the laughter,

As she was mine woman

And I her man

And those were the days

When love was love

When we knew we had to work for it,

We knew we had to compromise,

We knew it was about sacrifice,

We knew it was about patients

And kindness,

We knew it was about happiness,

It was about love,

That was when

Love was love

Does Love ever grow Old?

Does love ever grow old?

Does true love fold,

Or grow mould,

True love is eternal am told

 

Does love ever fear?

Does true love ever shed a tear?

Am told with courage it will stare,

And it always shares with care

 

Is love really blind?

When only in a lover’s eyes peace you find,

True love is the heart and mind,

Love will always bind

 

Does love ever sleep?

 Isn’t true love so deep,

And so steep,

True love is for lovers to keep

 

Love will always know,

Love will always show

In the snow

But always sure and slow