Atieno Went

Atieno sat and cried by day Did the same at night as she lay At least it could keep her woes at bay For all she did, but no pay Yet all she did, with no delay “Don’t be lazy”, they still would say She did pluck the chicken But hers was Mukene The bread she buttered nice But not for her a slice Atieno washed the dishes And so did she the clothes With exception of her tatters With water she fetched from the well On which way her anger did swell So today, Atieno left And not a goodbye as she went Not a note did she leave behind Took all her rags and tatters Back to their village home, Atieno went Today, Atieno went!