Rose Muhando - Kimbembe Lyrics
Lyrics
Kama umekaa upande wa maadui basi jipange Na kama umekula kuku na bia za wafilisti Utazitapika, maana hii Lazima ing'oke na mtu
Walimnyoa nywele za usoni wakasema wameshamweza Wakamtuma gerezani wakadhani wameshammaliza Walisahau siri ya Samson ni nywele zake Walisahau kwamba nguvu za Samson ni nywele zake
Zimeota tena, zimeota tena Nywele zimeota tena, zimeota tena Kamba zimekatika, zimekatika Minyororo kukatika, imekatika
Kamba zimekatika, zimekatika Minyororo kukatika, imekatika Kumbe zimeota tena, zimeota tena Nywele zimeota tena, zimeota tena
Kufumba na kufumbua mambo yalibadilika dakika hio Waliona mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Wafilisti mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Jamani mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Delilah na madanga yake, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Delilah na washikaji, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Wafilisti mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Mambo yalipobadilika, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Maandishi yalipobadilia, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Walishindwa kuisoma namba, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kichapo kikali mbaya mbovu, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Walishindwa kuisoma namba, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe
Mavazi yaliwaishia, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe - hazisearch jamani, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Makonzi yamewaishia, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Mawenge mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Wafilisti mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Maadui mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Delilah na madanga yake, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe
Kibembe, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kibembe, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kibembe, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kibembe, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe
Walikaa na kwa waganga ili waweze kufuta jina lako Wakatoa na kafara ili wakatishe uhai wako Waliteta na kuzimu ili waharibu mambo yako Walisahau kwamba mkono wa Mungu pamoja nawe Walisahau kama neno la Mungu li pamoja nawe
Kumbe zimeota tena, zimeota tena Nywele zimeota tena, zimeota tena Kumbe zimeota tena, zimeota tena Nywele zimeota tena, zimeota tena
Kamba zimekatika, zimekatika Minyororo kukatika, imekatika Kamba zimekatika, zimekatika Minyororo kukatika, imekatika
Kufumba na kufumbua mambo yalibadilika dakika hio Wataona mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Wachawi mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe -- mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Jeshi la kuzimu mawenge, kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Watashindwa kuisoma namba kimbembe walikiona kimbembe
Kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kimbembe walikiona kimbembe Kimbembe walikiona kimbembe
Kimaso, maso maso na wachawi kuzimu Kimaso, maso maso na waganga kuzimu Kimaso, maso maso na shetani kuzimu
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Meaning & Inspiration
I’m sitting here, still wiping the grit of the pigsty off my boots, listening to Rose Muhando belt out Kimbembe. It isn’t polite. It isn’t the kind of quiet, meditative hymn you hear in a sanitized sanctuary. It’s loud, it’s frantic, and it’s raw—which is exactly why it hits me in the gut.
There’s this line: "Zimeota tena, zimeota tena / Nywele zimeota tena." (They have grown back again, the hair has grown back again.)
Most people look at the story of Samson and see a hero. I look at him and see a guy who blew it. He was a man who gave away his secret, lost his strength, and ended up grinding grain in the dark, sightless and broken. He let the enemy shave his head—he let them strip him of his identity. When you’ve been out in the world, living on breadcrumbs and sleeping in the dirt, you know what it feels like to have your "hair" cut off. You feel stripped. You feel like the promise you once had is gone because you were the one who invited the enemy into your living room.
But that’s the scandal of it, isn't it? Even when the chains were tight, even when I was sitting in the wreckage of my own bad decisions, the grace was doing something quiet in the background. It was growing back.
God doesn't wait for us to be perfect. He just waits for the moment we stop fighting Him. Samson was in that prison, probably thinking he was done, thinking the story ended with him blinded and humiliated. But the hair kept growing. The strength he forfeited was being restored by a God who refuses to let us stay defeated. It’s like Jeremiah 32:27—"I am the Lord, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?" Apparently not. Not even a life as wasted as mine.
Muhando sings about the kimbembe—the chaos, the confusion the enemy feels when they realize they haven't actually won. The enemies thought they had finished me off. They thought the chains were permanent. They didn’t account for the fact that the One who gave the strength in the first place is the one who restores it.
I still smell like the smoke. I still have the scars. My theology is a mess and I’m still figuring out how to walk straight, but when I hear that repetition—zimeota tena—I’m reminded that redemption isn't about me cleaning myself up. It’s about the life of God pushing through the surface again, even after I thought I’d burned everything down. The chains snap not because I’m strong, but because the growth that God started in the dark is finally breaking through the bars. It’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s the only reason I’m still standing here.