Two weeks later I got a package at my desk.
No note. Inside was a small notebook.
I flipped it open.
Every page was a thank you note. One for every person in the office.
Mine said:
“You stayed late with me when the system crashed in March.
You didn’t have to.
I remember that.”
He’d been writing one every time someone did something small for him.
For 6 years.
He left because he got a job closer to his mom’s hospital.
She’s been sick since he started here.
He wasn’t quiet because he didn’t care.
He was quiet because he was listening.
I see today the people of Kisumu are getting abused for being traitors. Let me ask a simple question, feelings and politics aside.
In 2023, Kisumu residents were in the streets, demonstration about high cost of living. Many were shot dead and Gachagua said some of the lost reckless and insensitive statements. Was the cost of living cheaper in other regions that kept off those protests?
@claire9978i The man you're looking for left to be with His Father, 2025 years ago.
We'll let you know when he returns to judge the living and the dead.
Maverick Aoko has crossed a red line. Attacking Mama Ida Odinga at a time when she is still grieving the loss of Baba and Beryl is not only deeply insensitive but also wholly inappropriate. Such conduct betrays a lack of empathy and respect for personal loss, and it falls far below the standards of civility and decency expected in public discourse
~Bob Ndolo
'For the Record,' my journey in politics is intertwined with the birth and growth of the Orange Democratic Movement (ODM).
When ODM opened its doors twenty years ago, we, including H.E. President @WilliamsRuto, were among the founder and ranking members who believed that Kenya deserved a wider democratic horizon and a louder, freer voice.
It is through that party that I first set foot in Parliament in 2007, to represent the people of Dujis Constituency.
Over the years, political paths have shifted, alliances have realigned and today I proudly serve under the United Democratic Alliance (UDA). But in all these seasons of change, one truth has never left my compass: the D. Democracy. It is the thread that has stitched together every chapter of my public life.
And when we speak of Democracy in this country, we speak the name of one man who lived for it, suffered for it and insisted that no Kenyan should ever fear their own voice: The Rt. Hon. Raila Amolo Odinga. Baba.
His life was a long walk through sacrifice, bruising battles and unending courage. There were moments he carried the weight of an entire nation on his shoulders. Moments when he bled so that the rest of us could breathe freely. Even when we disagreed, even when the country wavered, he did not. He stood, sometimes alone, sometimes wounded, but always firm in the belief that Kenya must never shrink its freedoms. That is his enduring gift.
And now, even in death, we owe him the same thing he fought for all his life: The protection of our democratic space.
As ODM marks twenty years of shaping our political landscape, I join them in celebration, not as a mere member, but as a grateful beneficiary of its history, its courage and its vision. The party gave me my first platform of service and that is a debt I acknowledge with humility.
H.E. President William Ruto, too, has held high the value of Democracy, but he has also added a new weight to that letter D: Delivery. Democracy must speak and Delivery must answer. That is the Kenya we are now building. A country where freedoms are protected and services reach the people who deserve no less.
And so, on this anniversary, I honour ODM for its two decades of shaping our politics, nurturing leaders and expanding the democratic frontier. Parties may change and paths may diverge, but the legacy remains.
In the grand canvas of our politics, colours often tell stories. Orange shaped my early steps, Yellow guides my work today. And truly, these colours are not opposites. They carry the same hope, just in different shades.
Yellow might be the future we saw in Orange!
Happy 20th Anniversary to the Orange Democratic Movement; two decades of struggle, sacrifice and steadfast belief in our democracy!
Baba Raila Odinga- the man who was too big too arrest, first among equals. No jail was big enough, no cuffs worthy enough to hold the enigma. The titan who died on his feet. We continue to remember the resting giant.
Oburu Odinga is the elder brother who lets the younger win, not for lack of strength, but out of love. He knew what victory meant to his brother, so he softened his own steps, held back his own shine, and allowed Raila Odinga to rise and blaze before the world.
There are siblings whose greatness lies not in standing tallest, but in lifting others higher. They carry dreams that are not their own, they swallow their pride so we may taste triumph, and they walk quietly so we may run boldly.
To such brothers and sisters, the silent pillars, the gentle giants, the guardians of our glory, we bow our hearts in eternal gratitude.
If you missed Day 1 of Baba's final trip back to our forebearers, here is a recap of Kenya Airways' class act, and the emotional rollercoaster that will leave you in goosebumps.
If you're coming to the Nyayo Stadium today, the best time to have left your house was yesterday.