The music that had filled the air all day had faded, the dignitaries had departed, and the once-bustling homestead of the late Raila Odinga had fallen into a solemn silence.
Jakawuor, a long-time admirer of the veteran politician, walked slowly toward the freshly covered grave. The grass around it was still damp, the scent of flowers heavy in the air.
“Last goodnight, Enigma,” he murmured softly, his voice breaking the stillness that had settled over the compound.
For years, Raila Odinga was rarely seen without a sea of people around him supporters chanting his name, cameras flashing, songs filling the air. But on this night, there were no crowds. No chants.
Only the quiet hum of the night and the rustle of leaves in the wind. Jakawuor stood there for a long moment, lost in reflection.
“To see Baba lying there alone, after a lifetime surrounded by people it is something I can’t describe,” he said quietly.
“He gave so much of himself for this country, and now he rests in silence.”
Those who remained in Bondo that evening spoke of a heavy calm that hung over the place, a sense of finality that words could not capture.
For many, Raila’s burial marked not just the end of an era, but the closing of a chapter in Kenya’s long journey toward democracy.
As darkness deepened, Jakawuor turned and walked away, leaving behind a man whose name had defined politics for decades.
The night, like the nation, seemed to pause—mourning the silence of a voice that had once stirred millions.
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