This Man Raila!
Written by John on October 16, 2025
There are men who live for themselves, and there are men who live for their people.
Then there was this man — Raila Amollo Odinga.
A name that carried both love and controversy, hope and struggle, victory and pain. A name that will echo in the annals of our nation’s history — not because of titles, but because of the spirit behind it.
Baba-Tinga!
He dared to dream of a Kenya where every child, no matter their name or tribe, could rise by merit and not by connection. He walked into fire so that others could walk in freedom. When the chains of dictatorship clanked in the dungeons of Nyayo House, he did not surrender. He came out stronger — his eyes still burning with conviction, his voice still defiant with truth.
He could have chosen silence.
He could have chosen comfort.
But Raila chose Kenya.
Through prison walls, political betrayals, and elections that tested the nation’s soul, this man Raila stood tall — not because he was perfect, but because he believed that democracy was worth every drop of sweat and tear.
When others spoke of politics, he spoke of transformation. When others pursued power, he pursued justice. Even when the crown slipped from his grasp, he never stopped building bridges — literally and symbolically — for the Kenya he envisioned.
To his followers, he was Baba — the father who carried their hopes through decades of storms. To his rivals, he was the formidable force that defined their measure. To the world, he was a statesman — the face of Kenya’s democratic resilience.
The Enigma!
He taught us that leadership is not about holding office, but about holding faith.
That defeat does not mean failure — it means fighting again for what is right.
That politics can be a calling — when guided by the heartbeat of the people.
Today, as Kenya bows its head in mourning, we also lift our eyes in gratitude. Because men like Raila come once in a generation — and when they do, they change everything.
His laughter, his energy, his stubborn hope — they will not fade. They will live on in every young Kenyan who dares to speak truth to power, in every handshake that bridges division, and in every dream of a fair and united nation.
Agwambo!
You may have left us in body, but your spirit remains — in our streets, our ballots, and our hearts.
Rest, Baba.
The struggle continues — but now, it continues through us.
The author is an experienced radio journalist and media manager.
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