Wails of grief fill Opoda Farm as mourners flock Raila’s Siaya home
Tears and wails tore through the quiet morning at Opoda Farm in Bondo as news of Raila Amollo Odinga’s death spread like wildfire.
From all corners of the village and beyond, people poured into his ancestral home, men, women, and children, their faces streaked with tears, their hearts heavy with disbelief.
Barefoot women wrapped in lessos knelt on the dusty compound, pounding their chests and crying uncontrollably.
Some rolled on the ground, screaming his name, calling him “Baba,” unable to accept that the man they saw as their father and hope was gone.
Old men leaned on walking sticks, their trembling hands wiping silent tears, while the young seemed confused but sensing the weight of loss.
The air was thick with sorrow, a haunting blend of sobs, prayers, and the sound of women singing dirges in trembling voices.
Inside the homestead, every corner spoke of mourning.
Groups huddled together, consoling one another as the sun sank slowly behind the acacia trees.
At Opoda, it was not just the death of a man, it was the breaking of a nation’s heart.
