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AFTER BABA RAILA ODINGA, WHAT NEXT FOR ODM

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By Prof Peter Okoth

I guess that this is the question many are struggling with currently. Yes — but why? The answer is simple: it takes a giant to create a political colossus, the kind that Baba Raila created. Raila Amolo Odinga wasn’t just a name — and that is what is confusing many.

Raila was a political student of his father, Jaramogi Oginga Odinga, President Jomo Kenyatta, Tom Mboya, and many other leaders from pre-independence to the present day. He travelled the world and understood global politics, and knew many global politicians personally — and how they governed their countries.

He knew the Kenyan struggle for independence and understood what brought independence to Kenya. He knew hate because he suffered it and was abhorrent of it. He persuaded his political enemies to walk the middle ground and have the country’s interest as the guiding principle to guide decisions.

He knew that political competition is real and was always prepared for it. He learnt how to dust his coat and move on after a bruising political contest. He knew that elections were necessary in any democracy and that there would always be winners and losers. The end should never be bloody.

He was calculated and always took a path whose end he followed to completion.

Raila knew how his birthplace denied him the presidency — utter discrimination without any justification, despite everyone else knowing the truth. He was a master mobiliser and a friend of many, both young and old. He helped many through their education and political journey. He gave more to other communities than his own and, apart from being a Pan-Africanist, was also an ardent nationalist.

These values form the guiding principles that should steer the ODM Party — not raw hatred nor unfounded rhetoric about this or that leader. Raila knew that it took time to learn government and governance, and that only when ready could a leader govern a country into prosperity.

Presidents Uhuru Kenyatta and William Samoei Ruto realised that Raila was a good political father figure and a great mentor. ODM must find a person or a group of people dedicated to its success through active conversation and collective reasoning for the common good and in the interests of the people.

Like all political parties, it must have its grassroots support bases guarded and protected. This is realised through engagement and consensus building on issues and by whoever represents those people and their interests.

Lastly, every political party wants to govern and win power. Their vision and mission for the country must be based on the needs of the people, and more so for the youth: give them education and jobs. Create industries in every county that offer employment to more than one million people every year. Give them affordable and functional health systems. Make clean water available.

It must be understood that ODM is a political organ and not an administrative institution. Yes indeed — it requires structures and systems, but those are supported by human charisma and character. Every leader must know that they have more responsibility than personal interests.

The human beings left in ODM must use Raila’s language and syntax the same way they do in Tanzania with Mwalimu Kambarage Julius Nyerere. Otherwise, any institution could be branded as a political party and attract political support — but this only happens in textbooks.

What we should do is write a concise, small, thin reference compendium on Raila’s perceptions of certain issues that everyone who wants to lead a political party should learn from. The entire ODM body should always remain alive to those tenets and values.

I like what CS Mbadi said at the funeral of Baba: there is a Joshua out here, and there are Aarons amongst those left behind. It might be difficult to know who they are today, but time shall allow it to happen organically and depending on need.

Most important of all — gather all, scatter none.

Will the Mbeere Community Benga Maestro, Karish, Sing His Way to Parliament?

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By Anderson Ojwang

In the Mbeere community, his songs soothe souls and give hope to the hopeless.
In his song, Kimulu (lantern), the symbol of his party lights the region.
In him, they converge and dance with vigour, anticipating a better day ahead.
In markets and social places, his voice speaks to the masses, and the words carry them along.
Even the bravest and most cunning fall to his drum beats and the rhythm of his music.

In Embu County, he is the king and the father of the community’s traditional music — the voice of the voiceless.
The speaker, listener, and healer of grieving hearts — the voice that carries their sorrow and happiness deep into the mountain.

Newton Karish, the Democratic Party (DP) parliamentary candidate, is not a pushover. The Benga maestro sings to the heart of the community.
Through his music, he forced the self-declared leader of Mt Kenya, former Deputy President Rigathi Gachagua, to patiently pay attention to his Democracy for the Citizens Party slogan “Sikiza Ground.”

Indeed, Gachagua listened to the ground, and after a sponsored opinion poll placed Karish at 43 percent, DCP at 20 percent, and UDA at 18 percent, he threw in the towel and rallied behind the DP candidate.

Karish, the immediate former Muminji Ward Member of the County Assembly (MCA), in the 2022 general elections left a mark after he won in all the polling stations in the ward — a mark of trust and faith by the electorate.
In his music, they danced to the polling station and spoke through the ballot — a resounding victory it was.

Head of Campaigns, Mr Sammy Njiru, says through music, Karish’s popularity has grown beyond the mountain, and his contribution to nurturing upcoming musicians from the community has endeared him to the locals.

“Karish is the father of Mbeere community music. He is the voice of the community. His music soothes and appeals to the community. In his music, the community gets its identity. That is why he is liked and so popular with the voters,” he says.

Njiru says the DP candidate, in his manifesto, has four agendas for the community — education, health, agriculture, and roads.

He says Karish has been the MCA for the ward for the last three terms and was first elected councillor in a by-election after the 2007 general elections.

“In 1997, in his 20s, Karish had declared interest in contesting for a parliamentary seat in the area. But when the former Attorney General JB Muturi declared interest in the same seat, he stepped down in his favour. For him, Muturi was his political father and he could not face him at the ballot,” he says.

Njiru says in 1997, Karish’s popularity had grown because of his music, and he was one of the strongest candidates then, but out of respect, stepped down for JB.

“Karish carries the aspirations of the DP party, and the by-election is ours to lose. This seat was previously held by our member, Geoffrey Kiringa Ruku, before he was appointed Cabinet Secretary for Public Service,” he says.

Ruku was appointed to the seat after President William Ruto sacked Muturi from the Cabinet position.

For Muturi, the by-election presents an opportunity to square it with President Ruto — once an ally turned bitter political rival.

For Ruto, he wants a second win over Muturi to showcase his political superiority and might over his former Attorney General — proving that he remains the king of the mountain even after their fallout.

And for the Deputy President, Prof Abraham Kithure Kindiki, it is a test of his life — whether he can be relied upon to deliver the 2027 mountain votes to President Ruto.

The candidates are Karish; Chama Cha Kazi (CCK) hopeful Duncan Mbui, who also recently served as the Evurore Ward MCA; and UDA candidate Leonard Muthende.

Muthende enjoys government backing, while Karish, the renowned Benga maestro turned politician, is banking on his performance track record — having served as Muminji MCA for three consecutive terms — and the support of seasoned politicians Muturi and Lenny Kivuti, who are backing him.

On the other hand, Mbui is banking on the number of votes in his Evurore Ward, which he has served as MCA for two terms. Given that it is the most populous ward in the constituency, this could tilt the scales in his favour.

Other candidates who have been cleared to vie include Lawrence Ireri, Isaac Muringi, Albert Ngari, Daniel Ngari, Reuben Njeru, and Simon Waiharo.

Mwanga Re-Ignites Fight with Governor Orengo over Alleged “Stolen Victory in 2007 ODM Primary”

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Former Ugenya parliamentary candidate Stephen Okoth Mwanga has re-ignited an age-long political rivalry with Siaya Governor James Orengo over what he alleged as “his stolen victory.”

Mwanga claimed that in the 2007 elections, his victory in the Orange Democratic Movement (ODM) primary for Ugenya Constituency was stolen from him and handed over to Orengo.

“It is an open secret that I won the ODM nomination for Ugenya, but the party denied me victory. They preferred Orengo over me. It was the highest level of betrayal,” he said.

Mwanga said Orengo has no moral authority to speak over what he alleged as the “stolen victory” of the former Prime Minister, the late Raila Odinga, in the 2017 presidential election.

Orengo, on Sunday during the burial of Raila at his Kango ka Jaramogi home in Bondo, stunned mourners when he claimed Raila’s victory was stolen in the 2017 presidential election.

“Raila was a fighter for justice and democracy. There are those who forget the legacy of Raila Amolo Odinga. I remember after the elections in 2017, when his votes were stolen, and we must continue to say that. Raila decided with a few of us that he was going to be sworn in as a people’s president at Uhuru Park,” he remarked at the burial.

Mwanga said it was unfortunate that Orengo claimed Raila had been rigged out, yet he was a beneficiary of the same system.

“Politicians should stop playing to the public gallery. Ask yourself if you are clean before you can throw punches. It is very sad. I am a victim of the rigging system and saddened when I see beneficiaries claim sainthood,” he said.

Mwanga conducted one of the high-voltage campaigns in Ugenya then, flying to rallies in choppers and supporting orphans, widows, and the vulnerable.

He became the Ugenya MP that never was after he was rigged out and has since taken a low profile in local politics.

Uhuru and Raila: The Blood Relationship Kenyans Never Knew

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By James Okoth

When former President Uhuru Kenyatta rose to speak at Nyayo Stadium during the state funeral of Raila Amolo Odinga, the crowd expected politics — but what they got was something deeper.

He began softly, his voice thick with emotion. Then, in a moment that melted the tension of grief, he quipped;

“Saa ingine tukiwa tumetulia kidogo hapo, tulikuwa tunapewa kakitu kidogo na Raila… Mimi kakitu kidogo nasema ni chai ama uji. (Sometimes during our quiet moments, Raila would offer us something small… and by that I mean tea or porridge.)”

The stadium erupted in laughter, but beneath the humour was a truth few had ever known — that Uhuru and Raila shared more than politics; they shared friendship, familiarity, and fraternity.

For a nation that had long viewed the two as bitter rivals, that simple mention of uji unveiled the human bond behind decades of public drama — a relationship of bloodlines and brotherhood that stretched back to Kenya’s founding fathers.

Long before politics pitted them against each other, Uhuru Kenyatta and Raila Odinga were children of Kenya’s most influential families — heirs to dynasties that shaped the nation’s destiny.

Their fathers — Jomo Kenyatta, Jaramogi Oginga Odinga, and Tom Mboya — were the towering architects of independence. They shared dinners, debates, and dreams of a new nation. Their homes were open to one another; their children, playmates in the elite circle of postcolonial Nairobi.

Raila and Uhuru, both educated in privilege but tempered by public expectation, grew up within the same social orbit.
They met at national family gatherings, political functions, and at times in the private spaces of their parents’ homes. Raila would later recall how the Kenyatta family was often in touch with the Odingas during the early post-independence years, when their fathers — Jomo and Jaramogi — still called each other brother.

At State House and in the Odinga homestead in Kisumu, laughter, not hostility, once ruled. The young boys — Uhuru, Raila, and even the children of Tom Mboya — saw one another as part of the same Kenya their fathers were building.
It was, for a brief moment, a golden age of unity among Kenya’s political dynasties.

But politics, as history would have it, tore that fraternity apart.

Jaramogi once refused to take the presidency in 1963, famously declaring that “no independence is real until Kenyatta is free.” But years later, he fell out with the very man he had lifted.
The Kenyatta–Odinga fallout of the 1960s left a wound that ran deeper than politics — it divided two families once bound by friendship.

Decades later, fate would circle back.
The children of those two men — Uhuru and Raila — would inherit both the rivalry and the responsibility to heal it.
They were destined, it seemed, to either continue the quarrel of their fathers or to finally end it.

Their journey was anything but linear.

In 2002, Raila Odinga’s dramatic declaration — “Kibaki Tosha!” — at Uhuru Park redrew Kenya’s political map.
At that moment, he endorsed Mwai Kibaki over Uhuru Kenyatta, splitting KANU and ending the Moi succession plan.
It was a betrayal that stung the young Uhuru deeply and set the stage for years of rivalry.

They would face off again in 2013 and 2017, each election more bruising than the last. Court battles, protests, and rhetoric widened the divide.
To many Kenyans, Uhuru and Raila symbolised the endless cycle of antagonism that defined the country’s politics.

On the steps of Harambee House, they stunned the nation. Their clasp was more than a gesture of peace; it was a moment of lineage reconciliation — the symbolic reunion of the Kenyatta and Odinga bloodlines.
From that moment, their relationship evolved from competition to companionship.
Uhuru began calling Raila “my brother.” Raila referred to him as “ndugu yangu.”

Together they embarked on the Building Bridges Initiative (BBI) — a bold experiment in redefining inclusion, unity, and governance.

Those close to the two men speak of quiet, private moments the public never saw.

Uhuru would occasionally drop by Raila’s Karen home without cameras or aides. Raila, in turn, would visit the Kenyatta residence in Gatundu or Nairobi to check on his “younger brother.”
They shared stories, laughter, and — as Uhuru fondly revealed — cups of uji.

It was a friendship grounded in mutual respect and an understanding that history had handed them both the same burden: to heal what their fathers’ generation broke.

Uhuru once joked, during his eulogy, that he and Raila often wondered what their fathers — Jomo and Jaramogi — might be discussing in the afterlife.

“I told him,” Uhuru said, smiling through tears, “those two must still be arguing about politics like us.”

That candid remark revealed what no analyst could capture — a human bond, forged not by politics, but by shared destiny.

When Raila Odinga died, it was Uhuru — not a sitting official — who lingered longest after the burial in Bondo.

He arrived quietly, without the presidential motorcade that once followed him, and walked alone toward the grave.
Witnesses say he stood there for nearly half an hour — head bowed, lips moving in silent prayer — before kneeling to touch the red earth.

He did not speak to the cameras. He didn’t have to. His silence was eloquent enough.
It told a story of a man mourning not just a comrade, but a brother bound by history.

Uhuru and Raila, both sons of privilege and pain, carried the weight of Kenya’s contradictions.
One represented power; the other, resistance.
Yet in their later years, they came to represent something greater — reconciliation.

Their partnership blurred tribal boundaries that had long divided Kenya’s politics.
The Kikuyu and the Luo, once set apart by their fathers’ fallout, now watched their sons walk together.

In their twilight, they taught the nation that peace is not the absence of rivalry — it is the maturity to rise above it.

Kenyans spent decades watching them clash — in rallies, courts, and ballot boxes — never realising that behind the scenes they shared laughter, stories, and uji.

History, in its irony, waited until Raila’s death to reveal the depth of that kinship.
What began as political rivalry ended as blood reconciliation — not by lineage, but by legacy.

In death, Raila reminded the world of their brotherhood.
In grief, Uhuru proved it.

And as he walked away from the grave, a gust of wind lifted red dust into the sky — as though Jomo and Jaramogi, wherever they sat, finally nodded in agreement.

Edwin Sifuna: The Red T-Shirt of Defiance

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By James Okoth

He stood among mourners dressed in black — the tailored suits, designer shades, and polished grief.
Yet Edwin Sifuna arrived in startling simplicity: a red unbranded, unironed T-shirt, light beige trousers, and a branded ODM cap tilted lightly over tear-drenched eyes.
It was a look that said little but meant everything.

In a crowd choreographed in ceremonial mourning, Sifuna’s outfit was rebellion in plain cloth.
Not rebellion against Baba, but against the theatre the funeral had become.
Where others came adorned for farewell, he came clothed in conviction — mourning a leader, not performing loss.

The red T-shirt glowed against the muted tones around him — raw, emotional, unfinished — just like the struggle Raila Odinga had left behind.
Unironed, it bore the wrinkles of truth.
Unbranded, it carried the honesty of purpose.
Red — the colour of courage, sacrifice, and the restless heartbeat of a movement unwilling to die.

When Sifuna rose to speak at Opoda Farm, the air thick with politics disguised as condolence, his T-shirt had already delivered the preface to his message.
He did not flatter, nor did he soften. He spoke as one who had walked with truth too long to pretend otherwise.

“If there’s one thing Baba taught us,” he began, his voice steady yet scarred by emotion,
“it is that the struggle must live beyond him. You don’t honour Raila by folding the flag; you honour him by raising it higher.”

The crowd stirred — unsure whether to cheer or stay silent.
Around him sat party dignitaries already embracing the new era of “broad-based government,” exchanging loyalty for relevance.
But Sifuna, dressed in rebellion and mourning at once, would not yield.

“We cannot pretend that the struggle ended with Raila,” he continued.
“It would be betrayal to turn ODM into a souvenir of the past. The movement must outlive the man.”

It was a brave sermon delivered in the temple of conformity.
And as his words cut through the polite applause, he stood there — the only man unarmoured by fabric or fear.

That red T-shirt was more than attire; it was metaphor.
In it was the residue of struggle, the hue of protest, the pulse of ODM’s founding fire.
It was the colour of unfinished revolutions — of nights spent in police cells, of rallies charged with purpose, of Raila’s unyielding political spirit.

His branded ODM cap crowned the defiance, completing a look that balanced grief with grit.
Together, the red and the beige spoke softly but firmly — that Sifuna came not to mourn the movement’s leader into silence, but to remind the living that silence is betrayal.

As one senior official whispered that Sifuna “was isolating himself from the new reality,” others saw in him the last echo of authenticity — the man who refused to let grief be used as a curtain for compromise.

When the speeches ended and the politicians drifted towards the marquees of power, Sifuna’s image lingered — the lone mourner in red, eyes swollen, shoulders straight.
He had dressed not for ceremony but for conscience.
He had mourned not in formality, but in truth.

His T-shirt was creased; his loyalty was not.
In a day drenched with scripted tributes and carefully measured tears, he remained the honest punctuation at the end of a long political sentence.
He mourned differently — and in doing so, he reminded Kenya that even rebellion can be reverent.

In the hours and days after the funeral, murmurs rippled through ODM’s inner circles.
Some senior figures, eager to align with the emerging “broad-based” government, hinted that Sifuna’s tone was “divisive” — even warning that his posturing could threaten his position as Secretary-General.

But for the younger wing of ODM — the idealists who grew up chanting “Chungwa Moja!” — Sifuna’s stand was not defiance; it was doctrine.
He had spoken what many whispered: that the party risked losing its soul while chasing seats at the high table.

Now, he stands at a dangerous intersection — between loyalty to the late Raila Odinga’s ideals and the pragmatic pull of survival in post-Raila politics.
If he bends, he keeps his title. If he holds, he may lose it — but gain history’s respect.

In the end, the red T-shirt may come to symbolise more than mourning — it may mark the rebirth of conviction in a party at risk of forgetting its colour.
For on that day in Opoda, Sifuna did not just wear red; he became it — bold, unyielding, and unwilling to fade.

ORPHANS: The Children of Raila’s Political House

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By James Okoth

When the soil closed over Raila Amolo Odinga at Opoda Farm, it did more than bury a man — it sealed the era of Kenya’s most prolific political tutor.
Across the political divide, men and women who had once found both purpose and protection under his shadow stood exposed — no longer protégés, but orphans in a political wilderness.

The country watched as disciples without a patriarch looked at each other with quiet confusion.
For decades, Raila was not just a political leader; he was a school. A movement.
A political seminary from which Kenya’s current and next generation of leaders graduated — some loyal, others prodigal.
Now, his absence has left them scrambling for identity, as though the very air of politics had thinned overnight.

The Architect and His Apprentices

No Kenyan politician has produced as many giants — and rivals — as Raila Odinga.
From William Ruto to Kalonzo Musyoka, Musalia Mudavadi, Eugene Wamalwa, Hassan Joho, Wycliffe Oparanya, Charity Ngilu, Anyang’ Nyong’o, James Orengo, Junet Mohamed, John Mbadi, Opiyo Wandayi, and Samuel Atandi, all passed through his crucible of political steel.
Each learnt the rhythm of defiance, the art of mass mobilisation, and the moral vocabulary of opposition from one man — Baba.

He taught them patience in betrayal, endurance in loss, and humility in victory — though few ever mastered all three.
To work with Raila was to be both forged and tested; to oppose him was to grow sharper, for he fought his enemies with strategy, not spite.

In a political landscape built on convenience, Raila raised conviction as currency.
He turned defeat into a doctrine and taught a nation to see losing as learning — a lesson that shaped Kenya’s democratic resilience itself.

Ruto — The Rebellious Son Who Learnt Strategy

Today, President William Ruto stands as perhaps Raila’s most successful graduate — though one who left the classroom early.
It was in the crucible of ODM that Ruto learnt the grammar of populism, the pulse of street politics, and the gospel of defiance.

The chants of “ODM! Tuko Tayari!” that once lifted Raila’s rallies in 2007 now echo in Ruto’s “Bottom-Up” crusades — different slogans, same soul.
Even his campaign theatrics — the direct connection with hustlers, the sense of siege against the elite — are dialects of Raila’s old language.
The teacher may be gone, but the student rules the republic.

And yet, at Raila’s funeral, when Ruto chanted “ODM!” and the crowd roared back, it wasn’t just nostalgia — it was the orphan’s tribute to the master who first showed him how to lead from the ground up.

Kalonzo — The Loyal Lieutenant Turned Custodian

Stephen Kalonzo Musyoka, ever the loyal lieutenant in Raila’s many coalitions, now finds himself at an existential crossroads.
For years, he was the bridge between Raila’s idealism and political reality — the one who patched cracks when tempers flared.
But with Raila gone, Kalonzo’s calm diplomacy suddenly feels lonely, almost antiquated in an age of loud populism.

He wept openly in Opoda, not just for the man but for the partnership that gave him relevance.
Kalonzo’s greatest fear is not losing political space — it’s losing ideological anchorage.
Without Raila’s moral compass, even the faithful risk wandering into transactional politics.

Mudavadi — The Pragmatist Who Learnt Timing

For Musalia Mudavadi, Raila was both rival and mirror.
He borrowed Raila’s calm but not his risk.
He learnt patience but not protest.
If Raila was fire, Mudavadi was ash — steady, surviving, but rarely sparking.

Under Raila’s mentorship in the early 2000s, Mudavadi found how to articulate reform in economic terms.
But his instinct for stability often kept him from the storms that made Raila a legend.
Now, with the elder gone, Mudavadi’s quiet diplomacy seems almost pale beside the roar of populism that defines Kenya’s next phase.

Still, as he sat by the graveside, head bowed, one sensed a man mourning the last true statesman of conviction — the only one who could unite Kenya’s contradictions and make peace sound revolutionary.

Joho and Oparanya — The Governors of Style and Substance

From the Coast to Western Kenya, two governors — Hassan Joho and Wycliffe Oparanya — embody Raila’s dual legacy: charisma and competence.
Joho inherited Raila’s flair for theatre; Oparanya, his discipline of numbers.
Joho’s sunglasses and speeches turned rallies into festivals of loyalty, while Oparanya’s spreadsheets gave ODM a reputation for managerial maturity.

But with Baba gone, both men find their political stage dimmed.
ODM was never just a party — it was a movement built around a heartbeat.
Without the heartbeat, the dance feels forced.

Their next chapters will determine whether they can transform inherited loyalty into independent leadership — or whether they, too, will fade into nostalgia.

Junet Mohamed — The Jester Who Became a Strategist

Junet Mohamed, once dismissed as Raila’s comic relief, quietly evolved into the bridge between the high table and the grassroots.
Behind the laughter was a mind honed in the fires of Raila’s political theatre.
He mastered the art of messaging — of turning complex ideology into memorable lines.

But Raila’s death leaves Junet suddenly voiceless, like an actor whose stage lights have gone out mid-performance.
He must now choose whether to remain the echo of a legend or reinvent himself as the strategist of a new ODM order — one less about personality, more about purpose.

John Mbadi — The Technocrat’s Burden

When John Mbadi was appointed the first Luo Cabinet Secretary for Finance, history smiled.
It was the ultimate vindication of Raila’s long fight to break ethnic ceilings in public leadership.
Mbadi’s discipline, intellect, and party loyalty had made him the embodiment of ODM’s technocratic side — steady, silent, strategic.

Now, with Raila gone, Mbadi carries not just a docket but a destiny.
He is expected to balance service to the Republic with loyalty to a fallen mentor’s ideals — a delicate dance that will define whether ODM’s reformist spirit survives in government corridors.

Opiyo Wandayi — The Engine That Must Now Drive Itself

Opiyo Wandayi, now Cabinet Secretary for Energy, was one of Raila’s most trusted organisational generals — a man who knew both the fire of the streets and the structure of Parliament.
He was the whip who held ODM together during storms of division, and the strategist who gave the movement intellectual muscle.

His appointment to Cabinet was Baba’s quiet endorsement of generational transition.
But with the patriarch gone, Wandayi must now learn to generate power — not just manage it.
Can he light the next phase of ODM’s journey, or will he, too, dim under the weight of compromise?

Samuel Atandi — The Defector in the Mirror

Then there is Samuel Atandi, the eloquent, youthful legislator who once wore Raila’s loyalty like a badge — only to now pledge allegiance to President Ruto.
His shift, symbolic and controversial, represents the fragmentation of ODM’s once-iron grip on Luo Nyanza.
To some, Atandi is a realist aligning with power; to others, a prodigal chasing convenience.

In him lies the reflection of a generation torn between ideology and opportunity — the orphans who find it easier to defect than to rebuild.
Yet, even in his defection, he carries traces of the master’s mentorship — the confidence, the cadence, the conviction — only redirected elsewhere.

Orengo and Nyong’o — The Intellectual Custodians

In the intellectual wing of the movement stood James Orengo and Prof. Anyang’ Nyong’o — men of letters and loyalty.
For them, Raila was not a politician but a philosopher of struggle.
He gave meaning to protest, dignity to dissent, and reason to risk.

At Opoda Farm, Orengo’s voice cracked as he said, “we are not just burying Raila; we are burying courage.”

That line captured the mood of an entire generation of reformists — now ageing, surrounded by political mercenaries who speak of reform but practise convenience.
The scholars of struggle now stand as curators of a fading gospel.

The Next Line — Orphans and Inheritors

Beyond the familiar names, a new crop of leaders — Winnie Odinga, Edwin Sifuna, Babu Owino, Gladys Wanga, Jeremiah Kioni, and others — stare at a different inheritance: a movement without its moral monarch.
They are the orphans of energy — restless, articulate, but unanchored.
Without Baba’s presence to calibrate the rhythm of protest, they risk mistaking noise for ideology, rebellion for reform.

For them, Raila’s death is both tragedy and test.
Will they carry forward the philosophy or merely perform it?
Will ODM become a think-tank of democracy or a relic of resistance?

The Political Republic of Orphans

In truth, Kenya itself feels politically orphaned.
For decades, Raila Odinga was the conscience of the Republic — the voice that called out excess, that legitimised opposition, that made power earn its place.
His absence exposes a vacuum not just in ODM, but in national moral leadership.

In every corner of politics, there are traces of his tutelage — in Ruto’s rhetoric, in Kalonzo’s alliances, in Mudavadi’s diplomacy, in Joho’s charisma, in Mbadi’s intellect, in Wandayi’s discipline, in Junet’s humour, and even in Atandi’s ambition.
But no one carries the whole.
Each holds a fragment of the gospel — none, the gospel itself.

The Sun Without Its Orbit

Raila Odinga did not just raise politicians; he raised Kenya’s political consciousness.
He was the sun around which orbits formed — some bright, others faint.
Now the sun has set, and the planets drift — luminous but lost, each seeking gravity of its own.

The orphans of Raila’s political house may one day find their voices again.
But for now, Kenya listens to an echo — the fading timbre of a man who taught a nation to speak truth to power, and power to conscience.

And when history writes of this moment, it will say: the teacher died, but the lesson refused to.

Uhuru Lives True Brotherhood, Visits Raila’s Grave

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By James Okoth

In the quiet morning after the nation laid to rest Raila Amolo Odinga, the red soils of Bondo still whispered with grief. The air, heavy and still, carried the weight of Kenya’s collective farewell. But amid the calm, one presence stood out — former President Uhuru Kenyatta, walking slowly, head bowed, toward the fresh grave of his old friend.

It was not the visit of a former Head of State to a fallen political ally. It was something far deeper — the quiet pilgrimage of a brother to another.

Uhuru’s visit to Raila’s resting place at the Jaramogi Oginga Odinga homestead was a gesture soaked in emotion and meaning. It was a tribute that went beyond words, politics, or headlines — an affirmation of a bond that time, rivalry, and leadership could never erode.

The story of the Kenyatta and Odinga families has never been an easy one. It has been one of unity and conflict, of partnership and divergence — yet, in every turn of Kenya’s history, their names have remained intertwined.

From the days of Jomo Kenyatta and Jaramogi Oginga Odinga, who built the foundations of an independent Kenya, to the years when Uhuru and Raila stood together to calm a fractured nation, theirs has been a bond of destiny.

When Uhuru stood beside Raila after the historic Handshake of 2018, it was more than political reconciliation — it was the healing of an old national wound.
And now, standing by his grave, Uhuru rekindled that spirit of brotherhood, affirming that friendship built on shared struggle never truly dies.

Those who saw Uhuru at the graveside speak of a man overwhelmed by quiet reflection. In that moment, Uhuru was not a former president. He was simply a friend — mourning, remembering, and honouring.

His decision to remain in Bondo after the national burial, long after most dignitaries had left, captured something rare in today’s politics: humanity over ceremony, loyalty over convenience.

“We didn’t expect him to stay behind,” said Mary Akinyi, a trader in Kisumu town who had learnt of Uhuru’s gesture through the media. “When we heard Uhuru was still there, visiting Baba’s grave quietly, it touched many of us. It showed that friendship can be real — not just politics.”

“For the Kenyatta family to come here, to Jaramogi’s home, after all that history — it means a lot,” added Peter Oduor, a local. “It tells us that forgiveness and respect still exist among great men.”

As Kenya continues to mourn Raila Odinga — the man who defined an era of democracy, resilience, and reform — Uhuru’s gesture speaks to something larger than personal grief. It reminds the nation that true leadership begins and ends with empathy.

Two families — once divided by ideology, later united by purpose — now find themselves bound again, not by politics, but by shared loss and love.

In visiting Raila’s grave, Uhuru Kenyatta lived out the full circle of brotherhood. A brother in struggle. A partner in healing. And now, a friend in farewell.

In the stillness of Jaramogi’s homestead, as the wind brushed through the mango trees and the soil settled around Raila’s resting place, Kenya witnessed something quietly profound —
a nation reminded that, even in death, brotherhood endures beyond power.

A Nation in Reflection as Mashujaa Day Unfolds in the Shadow of Farewell

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By James Okoth

At Jomo Kenyatta Sports Ground in Kisumu, where residents have gathered for the county-level Mashujaa Day celebrations, a gentle stillness lingers in the air. The speeches are familiar — tributes to Kenya’s heroes, to men and women whose courage shaped the nation’s story — yet beneath the ceremony lies a heaviness that words cannot fully conceal.

Only a day has passed since the nation laid to rest one of its most enduring figures, Raila Amolo Odinga, and nowhere is that loss more palpable than here, in the heart of his homeland. The crowd is large but subdued; the music, though bright, carries a soft melancholy. Even the laughter that occasionally ripples through the stands feels restrained — an echo of a city learning to celebrate while still mourning.

The gathering itself tells a story. Most of the seats under the white tents remain empty, a sight unusual for a national day in this city known for its political fervour. Those who came sit quietly, their eyes fixed on the dais, their hands folded in their laps. The air feels heavy with both respect and fatigue — as though Kisumu, still drained from yesterday’s farewell, has shown up today not out of duty, but out of devotion.

“I came because this is what Baba would have wanted — peace and unity,” says Millicent Achieng, an attendee, her voice low but steady. “But the spirit is not the same. It feels like we are celebrating and mourning at the same time.”

Nearby, Tom Odhiambo, a boda boda rider, leans on his motorbike at the edge of the grounds, his gaze fixed on the flag waving above the podium. “Every Mashujaa Day, we shout and dance. Today, we just stand still,” he murmurs. “It’s like the city is breathing slowly — careful not to wake its own pain.”

The national colours rise, proud and full, against a still Kisumu sky. It is a day of celebration, yes, but one cloaked in reflection. Applause comes, but measured, reverent. Faces in the crowd hold an expression of quiet pride mingled with absence — as though each person carries both the weight of gratitude and the shadow of loss.

Almost all the entertainment pieces, from choirs to cultural troupes, still find ways to mention Raila Odinga — his name carried in song, his image invoked in rhythm. And when the drums roll, the familiar chant “Jowi!” breaks out, filling the air with both pride and ache. It is less a slogan now and more a farewell echo — a reminder that even in death, the man remains woven into Kenya’s spirit.

Outside the grounds, on Angawa Street, Janet Atieno, a groundnuts seller balancing her basket under her arm, listens to the proceedings from a small radio placed beside her stall. “Even the wind feels different today,” she says softly. “We have lost a lion, but we are still his people. Kisumu can’t be loud today — not yet.”

Across the country, in Kitui where President William Ruto leads the national celebrations, the tone is strikingly similar. From the Coast to the Highlands, Kenyans have turned out to honour their heroes, but this year’s Mashujaa Day is defined less by fanfare and more by introspection. The parades, the military rhythms, the colour and pageantry — all seem tempered by a shared understanding that the nation stands at a moment of emotional pause.

Here in Kisumu, that pause feels deeply personal. Raila’s name is not on the official programme, yet his presence lingers in every whispered conversation, every folded hand, every wistful glance toward the lake. The city that once roared his name now hums with remembrance. Between speeches, silence fills the spaces — not empty, but sacred — as though the wind itself carries his unfinished words.

Today, Kenya celebrates its heroes in unity and grief. From Kitui to Kisumu, from the State podiums to county grounds, the nation moves as one — proud yet pensive, grateful yet grieving. Mashujaa Day endures, but its heartbeat this year is quieter, deeper, echoing with the memory of a man whose life became part of the country’s story itself.

Raila Odinga: A People’s President Joins the Circle of Kenyan Presidents

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By James Okoth

On 20th October 2025, a quiet but momentous line appeared in a special issue of the Kenya Gazette. Amid the formal phrasing and official insignia, it carried words that sealed a legacy.

“NOW THEREFORE… it is my profound honour, on behalf of the Government and People of Kenya, to confer the following title of honour to— RT. HON. RAILA AMOLO ODINGA — Chief of the Order of the Golden Heart of Kenya (C.G.H.).”

It was an act of statecraft and symbolism intertwined — the Republic’s final bow to a man who, though never President in office, lived and fought as one in spirit. On Mashujaa Day, Raila Amolo Odinga was posthumously awarded Kenya’s highest national honour, and with that, a people’s president formally joined the circle of Kenyan Presidents.

The Honour of a Nation’s Soul

The Order of the Golden Heart of Kenya represents the highest echelon of recognition under the national honours system. It is awarded to individuals who have rendered outstanding or distinguished service to the nation in any field — service that uplifts the Republic, preserves its dignity, or inspires its people.

It is divided into three classes — Chief (C.G.H.), Elder (E.G.H.), and Moran (M.G.H.). The Chief Class stands alone at the summit, traditionally reserved for heads of state, visiting monarchs, and extraordinary national figures whose impact transcends politics.

In the history of the Republic, fewer than two hundred individuals — among them Mzee Jomo Kenyatta, Daniel arap Moi, Mwai Kibaki, and Uhuru Kenyatta — have ever received it. Now, to that exclusive brotherhood of Presidents, Raila Amolo Odinga’s name has been inscribed.

Raila Odinga’s conferral is more than ceremonial; it is a moral recognition of a life that fundamentally reshaped Kenya’s political and democratic fabric.

For over four decades, he stood at the forefront of Kenya’s struggle for freedom, democracy, and constitutional reform. From the dark years of detention without trial to the triumph of the 2010 Constitution, Raila embodied the endurance of a people unwilling to surrender to oppression.

He was detained, vilified, and at times betrayed — yet each setback became a new step in the long march towards justice. His political career defined generations, his ideas shaped policy, and his persistence birthed institutions that now outlive him.

To honour him with the Chief of the Order of the Golden Heart is to acknowledge the unyielding heartbeat of Kenya’s democratic journey — a journey that beat longest and loudest within him.

Ruto’s Gesture: Magnanimity and Calculation

For President William Ruto, this conferral is both statesmanlike and politically astute.

It marks a rare moment of reconciliation between two men whose political rivalry once divided the nation. By honouring Raila in death, Ruto signals that Kenya’s future demands unity beyond the scars of competition. It repositions him not merely as a victor of elections, but as a custodian of national memory — capable of acknowledging greatness, even in those who challenged him most.

Yet the timing is deliberate. In conferring this title just a day after Raila’s historic state burial, Ruto subtly anchors his presidency within the emotional terrain of national healing. It allows his administration to share in Raila’s enormous goodwill, particularly across regions where grief remains raw.

It is, simultaneously, a moment of grace and a stroke of political genius.

A People’s President, Officially Recognised

Raila Odinga has often been described as “the people’s president” — a title once symbolic, born from popular will rather than institutional power. With this honour, that symbolism acquires permanence.

He now stands officially among the pantheon of Kenya’s highest-decorated leaders — Kenyatta, Moi, Kibaki, Uhuru, and now Raila.

Though his path to that recognition was unlike theirs — forged not through ascension to State House but through resistance, reform, and resilience — the final destination is the same.

In death, he joins the ranks of Kenya’s Presidents.
Not through power, but through principle.
Not through office, but through sacrifice.

The National and Historical Significance

This conferral will likely go down as one of the most symbolic in Kenya’s history. It bridges two eras — the founding generation that birthed independence, and the reform generation that redefined it.

By honouring Raila with the Chief of the Order of the Golden Heart, Kenya acknowledges that democracy, too, is heroism. It validates a legacy that dared to question authority, endured defeat with dignity, and demanded a more inclusive Republic.

For Kenya’s youth, it reinforces a vital lesson: that greatness is not always measured by titles held, but by ideals upheld.

The Circle is Complete

As the ink dried on the Kenya Gazette this Mashujaa Day, the circle of Kenya’s political history felt more complete. The state that once jailed Raila Odinga now honours him with its highest medal.

It is a powerful symmetry — one that closes a generational loop and opens a moral one.

Raila Odinga’s story was never about power; it was about people. And in that sense, the title Chief of the Order of the Golden Heart could not have found a more deserving bearer.

A people’s president has finally joined the circle of Kenyan Presidents — his heart now forever cast in gold, his legacy etched in the conscience of the Republic he helped to build.

WINNIE ODINGA: THE DAWN OF A NEW FIRE OR THE ECHO OF A LEGACY?

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By James Okoth

When Winnie Odinga rose to speak during her father’s funeral in Bondo, at the Jaramogi Oginga Odinga Grounds, the air grew still. Before uttering a word, she turned respectfully to an elder and requested, “Ajiki kodhyamo,” for a chant.

It was a small but deeply symbolic gesture — one that her late father, Raila Amolo Odinga, was known for. He, too, often began his addresses in moments of grief or political tension by inviting an elder to lead the traditional chant before speaking. That single act, repeated now by his daughter, was more than cultural reverence. It was a bridge between generations — between the legend and his possible successor.

And when she finally spoke, her words were calm, deliberate, and heavy with meaning, “I am ready to come back home.”

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause. It was not a political speech, yet it carried the unmistakable tone of one. In that brief declaration, Winnie Odinga hinted at a homecoming not just of place, but of purpose.

Winnie’s public demeanour — steady voice, cultural grounding, and emotional control — bore the same traits that defined her father’s political presence. In that moment, Kenyans saw shades of Raila: his composure, his symbolism, his command of an audience.

For years, she stood quietly beside him — his aide, strategist, and confidante. As a Member of the East African Legislative Assembly (EALA), she has earned legislative experience and diplomatic insight. But to many, it was in Bondo that Winnie Odinga truly arrived — stepping from the wings onto the centre stage of Kenya’s political theatre.

Could She Be the One?

The question now reverberating from Bondo to Nairobi is simple: could Winnie Odinga be the one to carry the Odinga torch forward?

She possesses rare political seasoning for her age — having been embedded in the nerve centre of Raila’s campaigns and crisis meetings. She understands strategy, media, and the pulse of the youth. In an era where politics demands digital fluency and social awareness, she could easily rebrand the Odinga story for a new generation.

Yet, the path before her is steep. Kenya’s politics is notoriously unforgiving to women, and even more so to those viewed through the lens of legacy. While the Odinga name remains powerful, it also invites scrutiny. She will have to prove she’s not merely her father’s daughter, but a leader with her own fire, her own voice, and her own agenda.

Her declaration — “I am ready to come back home” — can be read in many ways. To her family, it was emotional closure. To her father’s supporters, it was a call to continuity. And to political observers, it sounded like the first drumbeat of a generational shift.

The ODM movement, long anchored by Raila’s charisma, is now facing a vacuum. It needs a new centre — someone capable of balancing memory with modernity, culture with courage. Winnie could be that bridge if she plays her cards right: young, articulate, emotionally connected to the Odinga story, yet bold enough to chart her own course.

But she will have to walk a tightrope. Kenya has grown cautious of dynastic politics, and any hint of entitlement could turn potential goodwill into resistance. To win credibility, Winnie must not inherit Raila’s seat — she must earn her own.

At Bondo, amid chants and tears, Winnie Odinga did not just eulogise her father — she reawakened a movement. Her poise, her symbolism, and her words hinted at both continuity and renewal.

Her father’s shadow is long, but the fire that lit his journey now flickers in her. Whether it grows into a steady flame or fades into nostalgia will depend on what she does next — how she turns emotion into action, and legacy into leadership.

For now, Kenya watches.
Because in Bondo, it felt as though the Odinga story began again.