16/10/2025
A TRIBUTE TO THE ENIGMA, THE SON OF THE SOIL — RT. HON. RAILA AMOLLO ODINGA
A powerful man has just rested.
A lion has returned to the mountain.
The storm has stilled, but the thunder of his footsteps will echo for generations.
The sun rose heavy with sorrow, the skies paused in reverence, and the land weeps — not just Kenya, but Africa and the world at large. Because a man like Raila Amollo Odinga does not die. No, he transcends. He takes a break. A halftime. A warrior’s rest after decades on the frontline of justice, democracy, and the dreams of a nation.
Raila was never just a politician. He was a movement. A rhythm in our national heartbeat. A voice that thundered in parliament, whispered in prison cells, and sang from the streets of Kibra to the hearts of millions. His was a life poured out — fully, completely — in service of a better Kenya.
He was imprisoned, vilified, betrayed, but never broken. Never silent. Never afraid.
He stood tall, not because he sought power, but because he was power — the kind that flows from conviction, sacrifice, and the unshakable belief that Kenya could be more. He bore the weight of history, and still had room to carry the hopes of the youth, the forgotten, the voiceless.
And even in the harshest political storms, Raila remained the eye — calm, focused, unyielding.
To say he is gone feels dishonest. Because a man like Raila
