15/10/2025                                                                            
                                    
                                                                            
                                            Inside this coffin, lies the remains of our son and the son of Africa Raila Amolo Odinga, 
The man who survived everything just to come this far and be killed by cardiac arrest early in the morning, 
We are told he was having his morning walk when the Angel of death knocked and robbed him his precious organ; Heart, 
It just shows the resilience, this man had in navigating this world, 
In few hours time, this casket will leave India and be flown back to his country; A country he fought so hard to reform , 
In few hours time we shall be gathered at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport to receive our son; 
It’s not like we are going to do anything new, no, it has always been our norm to give our son a heroic welcome as he makes triumphant entry back to his mother land; we have always done that. 
In 2017, we marched to JKIA to welcome our Enigma back home with heroic song of the Late Lady Maurine; 
While he was away we felt his absence and Lady Maurine had to plead with him in a song of 12 minutes to come home; “Raila come home, Agwambo Come Home” 
We are used to chanting to those songs as we welcome our son home; 
He would stand on top of vehicle, waved at us and like his norm he would say his common sentence, “Vijana aaaayaaa” and we would bow as we call him Igwe and march towards the city, 
In good days, the government would allow us make the triumphant entry to Kamukunji Grounds as we welcome our son, 
In bad days that were always the norm; we would be chased, teargased and some of us killed as we try to make our way to the city, his motherland would be so cruel to him at times; 
So this time around it’s not gonna be different, we are still going to march to JKIA to welcome our son, 
Armed with placards, leaves and animal skins, 
But there is something different with his arrival this time, 
He won’t be standing on top of the vehicle to greet us; no
This time round we might not go chanting “Baba ichololo” dancing and happy; NO