Raila Odinga: The God Who Lived Among Men
A Selfie of me when i first met Raila in Person at Kaaga Primary school in Meru. Photo/Felix Kinyua. There are deaths that stop a nation — and then there is the death of Raila Amolo Odinga. For many of us Millennials and Gen Zs, this is not just another obituary; it feels like Kenya has lost its political north star. Raila wasn’t just a politician — he was a constant, a storm, a myth, and somehow, a comfort. I first met Raila in school — not in person, but in print. He appeared in our history books right between “The 1982 Coup Attempt” and “The Birth of Multi-party Democracy.” I read his name before I could spell “opposition.” Then I grew up and realized that Raila wasn’t just a name in a textbook — he was the chapter, the recurring one that every government tried (and failed) to close. And today, like many Kenyans, I find myself in disbelief. Because somewhere deep down, I thought Raila was immortal. That man survived political arrests, betrayals, coups, election rigging, and sti...