For isiolo, the script has changed. The kings of yesterday must now slump back into their sofas,grab the remote and watch a new chapter unfold on their screens.The story of isiolo young turks has only just begun.
~Hon @AKabelo
Oh Allah, grant us the blessing of witnessing Ramadan and make us among those who fast, pray taraweeh, feed at least a fasting person daily and be among the list of those who are freed from the hellfire.
Ekuru Aukot: Migori Senator Eddie Oketch is the only one who refused to be bribed during the impeachment of the governor of Isiolo. Each one of them received Ksh. 5 Million. I have the evidence and know the people in UDA giving money to ODM members #CitizenDayBreak
At the end of your life, no one will remember your social media following, the size of your home, or the balance in your bank account. What will truly matter is how you loved your people, the impact you had on others, and the lives you touched along the way. Remember that!
Bonaya Adhi Godana was born in 1952 in Dukana, a Gabra settlement pressed against the winds of the Chalbi Desert.
He grew up herding camels, his bare feet hardened by stone and sand, his eyes trained on horizons that seemed endless.
In those days, classrooms were as rare as rain, and politics belonged to distant towns.
Yet the Gabra elders, in a moment of communal foresight, released the boy to the Consolata Fathers.
โWaaqa haa eebbisu,โ one elder said โ may God bless him.
The nearest school lay seventy kilometres away in North Horr.
The journey was long, but destiny often hides in long journeys.
At Marsabit Boys High School, his brilliance startled teachers.
At Meru School, three straight Aโs confirmed what the desert had whispered: this boy carried a mind sharpened like a spear.
By 1976, he graduated top of his class at the University of Nairobi with First Class Honours in law.
London gave him a Masterโs degree, Geneva a Ph.D. in international law.
Returning home, he lectured at Nairobi, rising to Chairman of Public Law.
Yet academia was too narrow for a man whose vision stretched across deserts and borders.
In 1988, he entered politics as the first MP for North Horr.
Parliament, often noisy and theatrical, found in him a calm, incisive voice.
President Daniel arap Moi, watching from State House, remarked to aides: โThat young man argues with the precision of a judge and the patience of a herdsman.โ
Moi appointed him Assistant Minister, then Deputy Speaker.
In 1998, he became Minister for Foreign Affairs.
The Horn of Africa was trembling.
Ethiopia and Eritrea were locked in war, the Oromo Liberation Front stirred unrest, and Kenyaโs fragile alliance with Addis Ababa threatened to unravel.
Godana, scholar and son of the frontier, stepped into the storm.
He led delegations to Ethiopia, speaking with clarity and firmness.
โForeign policy,โ he told diplomats in 2001, โis not the property of one clan or one tribe. It is the shield of the nation.โ
But firmness carried a price.
Joint operations against OLF sympathizers angered Borana leaders like Abdi Tari Sasura and Guracha Galgallo.
In Parliament, accusations flew.
โYou target us unfairly,โ Sasura thundered.
Godana, unshaken, replied, โI target only what threatens Kenya. Nothing more, nothing less.โ
The chamber fell silent, the weight of his words heavy as desert stones.
His stature grew.
In 2002, whispers of succession reached State House.
Evangelical leaders, alarmed by rumours, sought Moiโs ear.
โWe cannot have a Muslim succeed you,โ they pleaded.
Moi, ironโwilled, rebuked them sharply: โDr. Godana is a baptized Catholic. He is a Christian like you. Do not insult me with ignorance.โ
The delegation left in shame, their protest dissolved by truth.
Transferred to Agriculture, Godana survived the 2002 elections and became Deputy Leader of the Opposition.
Yet his heart remained tethered to Marsabit.
Through his NGO, the Pastoralist Integrated Support Programme (PISP), he dug boreholes, built water systems, offered scholarships.
โWater is life,โ he told villagers in Dukana, โand education is the second water.โ
His words, simple yet profound, echoed Achebeโs wisdom: opportunity awakens courage, even in the most unlikely places.
Then came April 10, 2006.
A plane lifted from Nairobi, carrying Godana and his rivals โ Sasura, Galgallo, Ngoyoni โ toward a peace meeting in Marsabit.
Suspense hung in the air.
Could enemies become allies?
Could Marsabitโs wounds be healed?
The plane never arrived.
It fell from the sky, scattering lives across the earth.
Thirteen died, three survived.
Professor Yash Pal Ghai, constitutional scholar, later reflected: โHis death was not just the loss of a man. It was the silencing of a disciplined mind, a nationalist who believed law could tame chaos.โ
โDeath has a strange way of revealing truth. Even those who opposed you in life will praise you when you're gone. I realized this while listening to Zuchuโs tribute to the late Hon. Mohamed Tupi
Isiolo South MP Mohamed Tubi: Isiolo has problems. The chaos being witnessed is linked to the failed impeachment of Governor Abdi Guyo. People are being killed left, right and centre, and nothing is being done about it. The situation is ungovernable.
Babu will be the next big thing, he will not be like Raila even if he has been schooled by him. He will pave his own path and become even bigger. I'm here to witness and hopefully give my small contribution towards what he is about to become.
#RIPRailaOdinga