Councillor Sarah Alice Awuor Bolo
Early Life and Education
Councillor Sarah Alice Awuor Bolo was born on 20th July 1946 to the late Shem Kudni and late Truphena Aluoch of Gul village, Nyalgunga sub-location of Siaya County. She attended Hono Primary School in Siaya from 1957 where she sat for her Kenya Preliminary Examination (KPE) in 1964.
As a student, she excelled in both her education and extra-curricular activities. She was a great netball player and performed well in the debating society where she was loved and recognized for her wit and brilliance.
In 1966, she joined Nyanza Commercial College to study a secretarial course, qualifying as Copy Typist II two years later in 1968. She also completed Pitman examination course in 1970. Being an education enthusiast, she pursued additional courses to complement her knowledge and improve her skills. These courses included: HIV/Aids Awareness, Safety, Security and First Aid; Farming as a Business, Gender and Human Rights; Poverty and Illiteracy in Nyanza, amongst many others.
Working Life
Mama Sarah was employed by Kisumu County Council on 10th May 1967 where she worked for 34 years until her retirement on 31st December 2001. Being an industrious woman, she worked diligently in various departments of the Council and achieved many recognitions, commendations, honorariums and promotions for her exemplary work.
Family Life
Mama Sarah married Zephaniah Bolo Ojiewo in 1964 and the two were blessed with seven children- the late Kenneth Onyango Bolo (2000), the late Milka Achieng Bolo (2019), J.R Bolo, Simon Bolo, Janet Bolo, Tobias Bolo and Victor Bolo.
In addition, she was step-mother to Andrew, Maureen, Emma, Timothy, Walter, Humphrey
and Winnie. Mama Sarah also brought up Stephen Omondi, Wycliffe Ojiewo, Timon Gumbe, Night Ojijo, Linet Ojijo, Linda Ojijo, Lavendar Ojijo, Dr. Judy Awuor and Sgt. Vivian Otieno (KDF) as her own children.
Her grandchildren are Mark, Ken, Penny, Amos, Hawi, Valentine,Geno, Imani, Kendi, and Qinani.
Political Life
Immediately upon retirement, Mama Sarah joined active politics, campaigned vigorously under her slogan “Donge Misuri” and at the end of the hotly contested election in December 2002, became the first female elected Councillor for the greater Kanyaluo Ward on the NARC Party ticket. She served for one term until 2007. While serving as the elected Councillor. She served as coordinator of the AIDS ward committee, Chairlady of the Education, Cultural and Social Services committee, Member of the Environment committee and member of the Finance, Staff and General-Purpose committee. Despite retiring from active politics, she continued to host various political
leaders at her home.
Legacy
Even though she was bed-ridden, Dad, Mama’s children and grand-children spent quality time with her. As was the norm in her home, she also received many visitors, who in hindsight came to bid her goodbye. She will be fondly remembered, dearly missed and richly celebrated.
As witnessed by the various tributes, Mama was a very strong, brave, forthright and straight-talking woman, a fact that is depicted by the way she lived her life and the risks that she took including throwing her candidature into a then predominantly male dominated politics. Even in illness, she was still a fighter to the very end.
Behind the strength that she showed, was a loving woman who cared for her children and ensured that they succeeded in life. She made sure they got good education with the available limited resources and instilled strong values and invaluable life lessons in all of them.
Mama welcomed everyone at her home and always ensured that visitors are well taken care of. Many called her Mama because she took care of many people. She routinely hosted all new Pastors and Teachers who joined our local church and schools to ensure that they were comfortable and ready to discharge their calling.
You may have physically left us Mama, but your legacy lives on forever – in the lives of your children, in the hearts of those you touched, in the greater Kanyaluo, and far and wide. We pray that the Almighty welcomes you to His feet with open arms and may your soul rest in eternal peace.
I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.
John 14:27
53 Condolences for Mama Sarah Bolo
Condolences(53)
Dorine Okich says
January 5, 2022 at 15:57May the Lord comfort the Bolo family and may Mama Sarah Bolo rest in eternal peace ✌️
Herine Onyach says
January 5, 2022 at 17:04We will miss your infectious smile and love for everyone
May the Lord give special comfort to the Bollo family in your loss,rest with the angels.
Dan Obiero says
January 5, 2022 at 17:11Pole sana to the Bolo family. May mum rest in peace
Gabriel Okong'o Odhiambo says
January 5, 2022 at 17:18May God give the Bolo family strength to go through this difficult moment. And may Mama Sarah rest in peace. All is well in the name of our Lord Jesus.
Mr / Mrs Onyango Amayo and family says
January 5, 2022 at 17:53God has called home, a woman of distinguished humanity and personality.
A beautiful soul, full of warmth.
Though My heart feels heavy with sadness and loneliness at your departure,
Fare thee well MAMA
Rest with the angels
Philister Atieno Amimo says
January 5, 2022 at 17:53May her beautiful soul rest in peace just the other day we shared a cake for our reunion,may the good Lord give the family strength at this particular time.
Murimi Peter says
January 5, 2022 at 18:11My deepest condolences to you and your family during this difficult time. May she rest in eternal peace.
Odira Solomon says
January 5, 2022 at 18:57Kamolians has lost an illustrious Mum & Leader. May his family have the strength and fortitude to bear the pain and loss of her passing on. May her soul rest in eternal peace.
cojiewo says
January 6, 2022 at 03:23And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them (Rev14:13).
Wyckiffe ojiewo says
January 6, 2022 at 16:46The language of motherhood knows no borders.There is nothing that a mother will not dare or do for her children and family.We often don’t realize just how much they love us we never really appreciate how much they’ve done for us until they are no more.Indeed,the loss of a mother is very painful and sad, fare thee well Mama till we meet again we will surely miss you.
Christine Tuju says
January 6, 2022 at 20:37My Condolences to Bolo’s family.May her soul rest in Eternal peace.
Timothy Bolo says
January 6, 2022 at 22:15Calling you Mama Sarah Bolo alone without the mention of Councillor is completely missing the point because the title was not just borrowed but acquired and therefore eternally engrained in the books of history. Coming in the era when women dared not to dream of political leadership, you dreamt and battled in a male dominated field to victory in 2002 elections. Being a darling of politics myself, I always boasted to my friends that I come from a political family thanks to my affiliation to you Councillor. Chief disciplinarian of the wider jokoduongo that all who passed through your hands would attest that there was never room malingering. Punctuality and hardwork were your other names. Fare thee well Councillor, your contribution to our story as a family is truly unrivalled.
Omollo Dennis says
January 7, 2022 at 07:19Out hearts goes out to you at this times your deepest sorrow. Prayers, thoughts of comfort and heartfelt condolences to the entire Bolo’s family.
May Mama’s soul rest in eternal peace…
Catherine Ochieng says
January 7, 2022 at 07:59My condolences to the family of this great woman,those who got a chance to interact with her and even met her as an acquittance May the Lord comfort you all. Eternal rest grant unto Mum Sarah and may perpetual light shine upon her.
Rest in peace Granny❤❤
Peter jombi Gumbe says
January 7, 2022 at 10:14I am honoured and blessed to have known mama, she was a true definition of strength of a woman,I shall remember her wonderful and gentle soul.may she rest in peace
Timothy Bolo says
January 7, 2022 at 11:15Failure to mention the name Councillior when referring to Mama Sarah Bolo is missing the point. Having battled it out in a largly patriacal community in the era where women participation in politics was rare is among the firsts deeply engrained in our hearts. As a family, we will forever take pride in this achievment and thats why i have consistently and only called you Councillor. An early bird, hardworking discplinarian are some attributes that you consistently embodied throughout. Fare thee well Councillor.
cojiewo says
January 7, 2022 at 12:55“’Death ends a life, not a relationship. …
Auntie Sarah, Nyar Alego, Nyar Gombe, the Councilor herself it’s not easy to eulogize you, I lack words to express this lose Mama Victor. Your love for your people is incomparable. You were a unique lady, those who interacted with you can testify to this. You housed me in 1996 and I became part of your larger family and till to date I feel happy being in the family. My best memory to share was in 1996 November. Auntie you called all of us Victor, Tobias, Rony & Ojiew and you told us that you want to be the first woman to harvest fish in Karachuonyo and so you made us dig a fish pond in front of your gate and we would go collect water down in the river and fill the pond but when we wake up the following day the water is gone, you were serious that you will go back to the house and prepare breakfast and lunch and bring to us. At 2pm you will force us to go and sleep then at 4pm you will give us the ball to play hehehehehe what amazing memory. Whenever we are together the four of us and remember this we laugh ourselves out silly. Little did we know that you were destiny for leadership and yes you became the Councilor, Telo ne ringo e rembi mana kaka telo ringo eremba…..
The story behind this fish pond was actually to send away idle minds, (‘Idleness is a chronic physiological condition of lack of engagement” – Amicable Soda). You knew what you wanted from us and anyone who listened to you and your advices I’m Alego 00% sure has excelled in life. You loved us and you will visit your people or call them whenever you were in Nairobi. You were amazing Mama Victor, you were unique Nyar Alego. I know anytime you would call me I would just start laughing and you will be like “koro idwa tiekona credit na kod nyiero” and I would continue laughing as we talk. Your story can only fit on a book maybe one day it will come out in memory of you.
Psalm 34:18 The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
Go well Auntie Sarah Bolo – Nyar Alego – Nyar Gombe – Osiep Owiti Nyapola.
Maurice Otunga.
Shem Owiti says
January 7, 2022 at 14:29For love and laughter has left me and the family. I pray that God almighty May Grant the family strength as we know that as much as we love each other one day we will have to join the Lord separately. Rest in peace councillor
Eric Egesa says
January 7, 2022 at 19:33My sincere condolonces on the passing of your mother. She was a very special woman and she will be missed by many. Sending prayers to you and your family.
YOloo says
January 7, 2022 at 19:49Mama, you will be missed by all who knew you and whose lives you touched. A true hero to your family, friends and relations. Rest in perfect peace nyar Alego.
Maureen Bolo says
January 7, 2022 at 20:01You had the courage to tell ori never to lay a hand on me anyday anytimewhen they came to visit home. You told him to see how i had many strong brothers who would deal accordingly just incase. I will miss the courage and straight talk that was only able to come from you. Rest well Mum Councillor, good night till we meet again when the trumpets sound.
Robinson Ataro says
January 7, 2022 at 21:29My profound sorrow and condolences following the demise of my Auntie- Cllr Sarah Bolo. It’s saddening to note that the ever smiling Cllr.is no more. Cllr.was so close to me, she would call me even three times a day. I think I was the first person she would call to relate any interesting event which took place at home. She told me that it was our joint duty with Onyango Amayo to ensure that all her important guests visiting at home, at any time were given sodas. My other responsibility was to supply “Aliya” to her. Councillor was straight talking, and very eloquently. That was her nature . I was able to closely share with her lastly, when we invited the King’s Ministers choir at the end of September, last year in my home. I came and collected her for the church service, after which we all went to my home. We dropped her back at dusk. She would later call me after a while, to inform me of her impending trip to Zimbabwe. She sounded excited in delight. She sought my advice. I told her to arrange to come to Nairobi and stay for a while, before flying out, for purposes of acclamatization. I told her that I was once in Blantyre Malawi at the same time of the year, and found it very cold. Of course, she asked me to prepare Alia, that she would collect on her way back home. Robert forgot to remind me of her travel schedule. I came to meet Mama at home, recently, when we all came for the holidays. Her last word to me as I stood by her bedside was; ” IKELO RINGO ? to which I said yes. KORO DHI IOM GWENO”
The GWENO was never to be. ” Go THEE IN PEACE ” Your life in this world was not in vain. You have helped to change lives. If not directly, then through your worthy children. RIP Councillor
Caroline mugambi says says
January 8, 2022 at 10:32Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure, your loved beyond words and missed beyond words,you are following the path God laid for you and you will not be far away for life goes on and is external and love is immortal, may your soul rest in peace mama Sarah Bolo.
Andrew Bolo says
January 8, 2022 at 11:01Mama was one of the strongest, bravest and kindest humans to grace this planet. Hard work and Punctuality was her MOTTO. Laziness was her best enemy and she enjoyed punishing any lazy person who crossed her path.
I know you are in a better place looking down on us and nodding your head in approval.
Nind Gi Kwe Mama!!!
Mama Mark says
January 8, 2022 at 11:25You may not be here physically with us today but, you are not gone.
In our hearts you will forever linger for me mama you are the one.
Twas just a necessary transition from one form to another and to us here you will always be mother.
Mom I celebrate your existence today, your hard work and diligence will pay.
Your teachings and skills passed on have carried the day.
Your heart so tender and mind focussed on foreseeable tests.
With the tenacity of a lioness you would level out the crests.
Oh mama, oh mama, oh mama…..my mother in law you are the best!
Neville Obong'o says
January 8, 2022 at 12:21It is very sad to lose a mother ,Mama Sarah was a very jovial woman. My sincere condolences to the entire family
Vivian penina kecha says
January 8, 2022 at 21:29A strong mother would be hard to find ,you taught us how to fight and to be strong.
For all of us you gave your best,now the time has come for you to rest…rest well mama
Janet Bolo says
January 9, 2022 at 00:26Rest in peace mama, we thank God for the many years we shared with you. Your diligence, courage and zeal was contagious and will forever inspire us. We will miss you dearly!
J Bolo says
January 9, 2022 at 00:51Rest in peace mama! We will dearly miss you but will forever be thankful for the years you shared with us. Your strength, courage and resilience was commendable. Rest with the angels till we meet again.
Winnie Bolo says
January 9, 2022 at 08:53Those we love never truly leave us. Life has shown us its hurtful side by taking you away from us but I hope that you find peace and joy wherever you are. We take comfort in the memories knowing you will always be with us. Go well mama councilor.
Odoyo Tubman says
January 9, 2022 at 13:02It is with great sorrow that we mourn the loss of Cllr Mama Sarah Bolo….
You were always a welcoming host and motivational presence. Always keen on progress reports from all relatives.
Your encouraging words will always linger in our hearts and minds and your positive influence will forever be cherished.
It is well with us in the Lord. We are blessed to have had you in our lives.
Florence Tubman and family
Simon Bolo says
January 9, 2022 at 13:07Tribute to Mama
I have never seen a stronger woman in my life. A mother determined to ensure that her kids succeeded in life by all means necessary. You pushed us to the limits; though then we thought you were pushing it too much, only for me to learn later that it was worth every effort. Tough love you showed us, and in the end, it shows on your kids – strong, independent and responsible.
To mama there was no distinction between a boy and a girl when it came to household chores. When she issued a command, it was execution time without any questions. When mama bought school uniforms, it didn’t matter whether the short looked like a mini trouser, there was no option of shortening it – “idongo godo”, as she would firmly put it. You taught me how to cook mama, to “dondo alot”, to wash dishes, to clean the house, to till the land, to shop for vegetables and “rego mogo” at Kibuye market. Chores that then I thought were unnecessary but have carried them in life to this date and I proudly continue to perform.
I am now a grown man, and every ounce of the fighter in me is because of you. If I was to be dubbed responsible is because of the discipline you instilled in me…in us. Am strong because of your classical “iyom yom” chant. A chant that was hurled at us if you dropped a plate, fell when running, didn’t finish your food or chores. For you there was no difference between your children and other children. All got similar treatment, including the “iyom yom” chant. Education was important to you. I still vividly remember when I lost my first job at Imperial hotel Kisumu, we were both happy, but for different reasons. I was happy that I could finally have more time to play my favourite basketball game! For you, it was time to go and study and chart my career path. And on that day, you sent me to Superior College in Kisumu where my accounting career began at KATC level, just like that! I can never be so grateful.
I had never imagined you being bed-ridden, let alone passing on. In my eyes you were that strong woman, immortal being. Seeing you struggling with ill-health broke my heart. Nyalego unable to walk by herself, being fed like a child was not anything I would have ever imagined. But as you lay on that bed you were still your quintessential self – talking tough and giving instructions albeit with a weaker voice. Death has robbed us of a matriarch, the pillar of the Bolo’s home, a disciplinarian par excellence. But despite this, we stand tall. A true reflection of the fruits of your struggle. Proud that even as you depart this earthly world, your wishes are reflected in the children you leave behind. But like Pac once said “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive”, you liveth in me forever for thy teachings are inside me for keeps.
Like a pineapple you have stood tall all your life, wore a crown, rough outside but sweet inside. Nyagombe go in peace, rest well as we know that the fight with disease ached your body and made you weak, yet weakness would never be synonymous with you Councilor. God certainly wanted you to rest, and so I accept it, though with a heavy heart. Pass our regards to Ken and Milka….till we meet again someday.
I take solace in Deuteronomy 31:6 – “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you or forsake you”
Love is never wasted, for its value does not rest upon reciprocity – C.S. Lewis
Love, Son – Simon
Penny Kecha Bolo says
January 9, 2022 at 13:11To our Dani Mama Sarah,
Some say you were a strong woman,
Some say you were a brave woman,
Others say you were a resilient woman.
To me you were all and much more.
You were both the river and the source,
You gave us love, care; you gave us joy.
Even though you are gone, you are still our greatest joy.
We will remember your beauty,
We will remember your brilliance-
We will remain with your undying love.
Thank you Mama,
Goodbye Mama,
Go well Dani.
Maurice Otunga says
January 9, 2022 at 14:28Auntie you were my best friend and I’m going to miss our laughter. Happiness was your trade mark. It’s difficult writing a condolence but may God receive you with all the angels in heaven. Continue cracking those jokes in heaven. May God comfort the family and give them peace
Bosco Ouma Otieno says
January 9, 2022 at 15:10Death is so cruel. Death is so painful. May Mama rest in peace. Koduong’o has lost a great woman who always stood for the truth. She never feared saying the truth, and said it without mincing her words . She never hesitated to correct wrongdoers regardless of their social status. Nobody could dare misbehave in her presence. She was strict but fair. Before her , everyone was equal.
Pr. Yuder Okoth says
January 9, 2022 at 15:50Mama always love the book of Job 19:25-27,
Mama believe that there’s is a day that she shall see God.
” I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.
I myself will see him with my own eyes– I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!”
I hope to see Mama again at the Second coming of Jesus Christ.
Roseline Ochieng says
January 9, 2022 at 15:55Truly be missed. Just thought about you not knowing we parted ways a day before. You were a caring mum. You’d always wish to welcome us home, what a blessing you were and a feeding hand. A very courageous, confident mum and sister. May your soul be ushered in heaven by the angels. Hallelujah Hallelujah, you lived your life to date. May the Lord count you amongst his chosen. Till we meet again mama ❤🙏
Bolo J.R says
January 9, 2022 at 22:18Tribute to Mama, Matriarch of the Bolo Family
Mama, the Matriarch of the Bolo Family, has gone ahead of us to be with our Lord, God. She was called on January 4th, 2022, at about 4.30 pm in the afternoon. Mama had been undergoing dialysis during which she encountered some difficulties. We thank God for the life that she shared with us and celebrate her journey with us when she was alive.
I will always cherish her as truly remarkable; one of strongest, bravest, and kindest humans to grace this planet. There are not enough words I can say to describe just how important mama was to me, and what a powerful influence she continues to be. It is difficult to come to terms with reality, but I know certainly that she is the best mother a son could ask for in so many ways. Her resilience and persistence were out of this world.
Without her, I wouldn’t be here today, I wouldn’t be the person I am, and I wouldn’t have the life I have. She was everything to me, and more, and there’s no way I could ever quantify the importance she’s held in my life.
I am because my mama was…
I grew up knowing her as a strong, proud, beautiful, elegant, industrious, hardworking, firm, strict and a consistently optimistic woman, the backbone of our family. Mama was spontaneous, her effervescence and generosity of spirit was bewitchingly infectious. But she also showed us tough love. There are several experiences that we had with her. I will take a few minutes to share a few.
To Mama, there was no distinction between a boy and a girl when it came to household chores. Her commands required execution without questions asked- be it going to the posho mill, or to the market to buy vegetables. When she bought school uniforms for us, we had to wear them as they were, whether they were fitting, or the shorts were so large they looked like mini trousers. We were not given the option to shorten them. The shoes were usually oversized and instead of exchanging them for fitting ones, we would fill them with cotton wool in the hope that our feet would grow in them.
Mama was our appointed barber in our formative years, using a pair of scissors to cut our hair. We therefore grew up without fancy hairstyles.
She planned and celebrated our birthdays in style. Mama would bake a cake, type out the invitation letters using a typewriter and have us fill out the names of the guests. We would then deliver the invitations proudly.
To Mama, everyone in her social and professional circles was a member of our family. Our home was always open to visitors and she made sure consistently that there were sufficient provisions for everyone. For instance, she regularly hosted all new pastors and teachers that joined our local Kakayo SDA church and neighboring Kamolo school. Despite living in a large four bedroomed house with a store, Mama built additional six stores. Indeed, the firewood she stored would easily cook food for 3,000 people. She was the quintessential hostess and watching her in action when she had guests such as my grandmothers’, relatives, and friends either in Kisumu or in the Village, always left me in awe of her mastery.
During school days, she served as the alarm clock. It didn’t matter even if Mama had asked me to take care of a family friend’s house at Okore house number 22, 25, 38 or 46. All I needed to tell Mama is the time, and she would not only be there on time to wake me up as early as 4.30 a.m., but breakfast prepared by Mama on a charcoal jiko would be ready.
As a young lad, I would occasionally accompany her to visit my maternal grandmother in Alego. In her spirit of generosity, she would make me carry clothes to be shared with her friends and family. Interestingly, she would insist they try out the clothes in her presence and decide which ones fitted best.
To show how enterprising Mama was, she at one time, during the burial of my maternal Uncle, set up a Kiosk at the home where the funeral was taking place and ensured all the supplies that guests ordinarily required were in stock- including the popular brands of alcoholic drinks and other refreshments. Mama’s shop became an instant hit and a big success.
Since we were day scholars in our primary school years, we would have a live-in house help. But as sometimes happens, there would be none. So, Mama would take it upon herself to ensure that she made for us a meal of Ugali before she left for work in the morning. Our instruction was to eat it like that, even though it was cold, when we went back home for lunch.
I still vividly recall how Mama was able to access my KCSE O Level results even before they were announced by the Minister for Higher Education at the time. When the results were released, I rushed to Mama’s office only to find her with a copy proudly handwritten and signed off on a sheet of paper.
She could be forceful when it came to her children and many times had her way when it mattered. When I was due to begin my A Level studies, I did not gain admission into the school I had selected as my first choice, due to what some ‘technical difficulties’. Mama immediately called the school Principal and within 24 hours, G4S had delivered my admission letter to her office from a sister school.
By that time, I was an adult, but in her eyes, I was my Mama’s child. And so, with her deep love and commitment, she accompanied me on my first day of reporting to my A-Level school. She did not mind enduring the distance and challenges with delayed transport connections. When we arrived, she characteristically instructed the Deputy Principal, in my presence, that on matters discipline, the school administrators had her full blessings to apply maximum punishment on me when necessary. And her parting words were “Ka somo ema okelie, ka lango ok kunie”.
Mama could be hilarious. Once, the school bursar agreed to Mama’s proposal for a flexible fee payment plan. Mama promptly sent him a thank you gift of fresh fish via G4S courier services without advising G4S of the nature of the cargo.
After I completed my first year in university, we went on a long break, during which Mama spoke to one of her friends and got me my first ever job. But as a child of my Mama, I have one of her streaks – I could not keep quiet in the face of discontent. And so, after my first week on the job, I was sacked for protesting the unfavorable working conditions that included working from 5.00 a.m. to 8.00 p.m., including on weekends.
As soon as she learned about this, Mama ensured I was reinstated the next morning by 11.00 a.m., with better working conditions. At the end of my 4 months of the holiday employment, I was my boss’s best friend.
Mama was a strong influence, shaping our view of women generally and the kind of spouses we would get. I credit her with instilling in me the values that guided the choice I made when I decided to settle with her favorite daughter in law and best friend- my wife Lilian Akoth Onyach.
Mama imparted the zeal of life and drive to fight for the family in us. I recall when Mama needed to attend my sister’s Graduation ceremony in the UK. But the embassy denied her a visa. My siblings and I went all out, just like Mama would have done for us and ensured that within 12 hours, the UK embassy had rescinded its decision. In retrospect, that is perhaps the strongest and most emotive letter I have ever written in my life.
Being a peoples’ person, Mama decided to run for political office at one point. I became her Chief Campaigner, Super-Agent, Chief Fundraiser and Head of Security. The elections had to be won, and just like Mama would have gone all out for me, we delivered the results. Donge Misuri!
Sleep well Mama.
Spread your wings and fly proudly, Mama. You have earned it!
Lydia Ocholla says
January 9, 2022 at 22:37I am writing this with a very heavy heart.
You were a an Aunty who played the part of a mother to me.
You installed in me the spirit of resilience, hard work and self reliance. I cannot forget our kitchen garden in Okore.
You were loving and a disciplinarian on the other hand. That when you said “DONT JOKE” I would rethink my steps.
You embraced us as a family and always wanted to know our progress.
I thank God the period we shared.
Rest well Mama, Aunty
Okoth Denis says
January 9, 2022 at 23:53A Matriarch has slept. Was always calm in the middle of the storm. Go well Min Vic. To the family, be strong, be courageous and be of good cheer. May God give you strength to navigate
Bolo JR says
January 10, 2022 at 12:01I am because my Mama was ….
Mama left us very peacefully, at 4:30 pm on 4th January 2022, after developing some complications during a 3-hour dialysis session. It was an honor and a privilege for me to accompany her as she left this life, and to witness her flight into transformation and her liberation from the suffering caused by her illness.
Spread your wings and fly proudly, Mama. You have earned it!
To explain just how much my mother means to me is an impossible task. Mama was one of the strongest, bravest, and kindest humans to grace this planet. Without her, I wouldn’t be here today, I wouldn’t be the person I am, and I wouldn’t have the life I have. She is everything to me, and more, and there’s no way I could ever quantify the importance she’s held in my life
I grew up knowing my mother as a strong, proud, beautiful, elegant, industrious, hardworking, firm, strict and a consistently optimistic woman, the backbone of our family. Mama was spontaneous, her effervescence and generosity of spirit was bewitchingly infectious.
I am my Mother
I did not need an alarm clock to wake up at any time to study. It didn’t matter even if Mama had asked me to take care of a relative’s or family friend’s house at Okore house number 22, 25, 34, or 46. All I needed to tell Mama is the time, and Mama would not only be there on time to wake me up as early as 4.30am, but breakfast prepared by Mama on a charcoal Jiko would be ready.
I am my mother
Mama was our self-appointed barber in our formative years. Using a pair of scissors, Mama would cut our hair with no option for fancy hairstyles.
When Mama bought school uniforms for us, we had to wear them as they were, whether the shorts looked like mini trousers. We were not given the option to shorten them. The shoes were usually oversized and instead of exchanging them for fitting ones, we would fill them with cotton wool in the hope that our feet would grow in them.
I am my mother
Mama planned and celebrated our birthdays in style. Mama would bake a cake, type out the invitation letters using a typewriter and have us fill out the names of the guests. We would then deliver the invitations proudly.
To Mama, there was no distinction between a boy and a girl when it came to household chores. Her commands required execution without questions asked- be it going to the posho mill, or to the market to buy vegetables.
I am my mother
When accompanying Mama to visit my maternal grandmothers in Alego, Mama would make me carry sacks of cloths to be distributed to her friends and relatives. Mama would insist that they try them out in her presence, and she would decide what looks nice on each of them.
I am my Mother
At the burial of my maternal Uncle, Mama set up a Kiosk at the funeral and ensured all the supplies that guests ordinarily required were in stock including the popular brands of alcohol and other refreshments. Mama’s shop became an instant hit and a big success.
I am my mother
When we didn’t have a house help, Mama would prepare Ugali in the morning as we left for school, leave the Ugali covered with a Sufuria so that we would get back to school on time after lunch. It didn’t matter the Ugali was cold, it was to be eaten as is, no complaints.
I am my mother
When the headline newspapers reported that KCSE Ordinary Level Exams would be announced shortly, I did not have to wait for the Minister of Higher Education to announce the results, Mama had already made a few calls and we were already aware that the KB class of 1987 had shattered the records. And when the results were finally released, and I rushed them to Mama’s office, Mama had already received her copy, proudly handwritten and signed off on a sheet of paper.
I am my Mother
When I wasn’t admitted to join my first choice A-Level School because of some technicality, Mama immediately called the Principal and within 24 hours, G4S had delivered an admission letter from a sister school to her office.
I am my Mother
Mama accompanied me on my first day of reporting at A-Level and despite coming from hundreds of Kilometers away and the challenges with delayed transport connections, Mama still delivered me to school in record time. In her characteristic style and in my presence, Mama instructed the Deputy Principal that on matters discipline, the Principal had her full blessings to apply maximum punishment when necessary. And her parting words were “Ka somo ema okelie , ka lango ok kunie”.
I am my Mother
When the school bursar agreed to Mama’s proposal for a flexible fee payment plan, Mama sent fresh fish to the bursar as a thank you gift via G4S courier services without advising G4S the nature of the cargo.
I am my mother
Mama got me my first job during my first year University long holidays. I was sacked within the first week of employment for strongly protesting and resisting the unfavorable working conditions. Mama got wind of it that evening and by 11am the next morning, I had been reinstated with improved working conditions. At the end of my 4 months contract, I was my boss’s best friend, and he would constantly remind Mama every time they met on the streets.
I am my Mother
The UK embassy declined to give Mama a visa to attend my sister’s Graduation ceremony in the UK. With the support of my siblings, I went all out, just like Mama would have done for me and within 12 hours the UK embassy had rescinded its decision. In retrospect, that is perhaps the strongest and emotive letter I have ever written in my entire career.
I am my mother
When Mama decided to run for political office, I was appointed Mama’s Chief Campaigner, Super-Agent, Chief Fundraiser and Head of Security, with instructions that, the elections had to be won, and just like Mama would have gone all out for me, we delivered the results. Donge Misuri!
I am my mother
I had the privilege to watch Mama in action when she had guests, like when my grandmothers’ friends and relatives visited her in Kisumu or in the Village. Perhaps that significantly influenced the choice of my Wife, Mama’s favorite daughter in law and best friend, Lilian Akoth Onyach.
There are not enough words I can write to describe just how important my mother was to me, and what a powerful influence she continues to be. I do not know how to come to terms with reality, but I know that you, for sure, is the best mother a son could ask for in so many ways. Your resilience and persistence is out of this world.
Sleep well Mama.
Bolo JR
Moses Onyango says
January 10, 2022 at 12:32You were a good sister to me. When you were born to this world naked as you were, you cried as we celebrated your arrival. When you died many years later, we were sad as you celebrated your depature . When i came to view your body at the morgue upon learning of your depature, i saw a face of contentment of a person who had truly served her purpose well before exiting the stage.
Your depature though painful, i take comfort in knowing that you are nolonger in pain.I know that God has chosen a better place for you, a place of perfection and eternal peace. Rest in peace my sister.
Moses Onyango -Brother
cojiewo says
January 10, 2022 at 13:44Some things are just hard to do.one of them is Euologsing your mentor and your best friend.l cant lmagine am now writing something about your death.l should be writing about what you want me to tell my siblings or your children to do as usual.Auntie sara as we,joka Hannining otieno Gaya reffered to her..was always concerned about everyone.she made it personal to ensure everyone was doing fine and was in school,or had a job.As we were growing up joka Hannington Gaya we thought she was a real sister to our dad coz she was too close to us.She is the only Aunty who could visit and she used to visit us too.She was very instumental in helping our dad to help us choose our careers. I am a teacher because of Aunty sara.she loved education and was very development concious.She would always encourage us to work hard..Aunty taught us ladies to be tough.she hated lazy women..she was wan an early bird and very time concious..lf there was a function in Alego.she would be there as early as 7am latest 8..She hated seeing jo Alego mostly her relatives suffer.She will make sure she is there for you and visit you in person.She insisted on us staying in our marriages instead of quiting.she encoursged us to forcus on other important positive things instead of quiting.Aunty loved good things.she wanted us to have develped homes and good jobs.she was fond of talking proudly about any relative who was doing well.she hated mean people and most of the time we would gossip about these mean people in our families.She loved her children and always wanted the best for them.she kept on mentioning how her children were helping other people to excell in education and got them Jobs. .most people never understood her toughness and honesty to mean well.she liked straight forward things and she collided with people because of this.Aunty sara has done a good job.you can confirm these by looking at her children.Her legancy lives on in them.l admired you ratego nyagombe komolo.rest in peace osiepa.
Pamela Gaya Guya
Jackim Odhiambo Omolo says
January 10, 2022 at 16:22I know for certain that we never lose the people we love,even to death.
They continue to participate in every act,thought and decision we make.
Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories.
We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
Thi gi kwe GREAT WOMAN MA KARACHUONYO Counselor Sarah Bolo
Vera Akinyi Ongoro says
January 10, 2022 at 17:27We have lost a First class lady, a great mother and wife, a mentor, a leader. I will always keep your fond memories in my heart. Felt right at home whenever I visited. May your kind soul rest in peace. And may God give us strength to accept this loss in Jesus name. Amen.
(Nyaimbo) Hilda Arigi says
January 11, 2022 at 00:16“Mathee” as I always referred to you and “Nyanya”as Penny and Hawi would refer to you. My one and only mother-in-law that didn’t hesitate to ask, probe and ask again when not sure. I came to understand your tough love and I understood why you were tough yet warm at the same time, friendly, ” rawat “easily spoke your mind in good and bad times. I will miss our tête-à-tête and it’s unfortunate that you have departed before witnessing your wish for me. “Mathee” Rest In Peace untill we meet again. Romans 8: 28 “ All things work together for good”
Nyaimbo(Hilda Arigi)
(Nyaimbo) Hilda Arigi says
January 11, 2022 at 00:17“Mathee” as I always referred to you and “Nyanya”as Penny and Hawi would refer to you. My one and only mother-in-law that didn’t hesitate to ask, probe and ask again when not sure. I came to understand your tough love and I understood why you were tough yet warm at the same time, friendly, ” rawat “easily spoke your mind in good and bad times. I will miss our tête-à-tête and it’s unfortunate that you have departed before witnessing your wish for me. “Mathee” Rest In Peace untill we meet again. Romans 8: 28 “ All things work together for good”
Nyaimbo
Bolo Jr says
January 12, 2022 at 12:13I am because my Mama was…
Mama left us very peacefully, at 4:30 pm on 4th January 2022. It was an honor and a privilege for me to be by her side as she left this life in order to be with the angels, finally liberated from the anguish and suffering caused by her illness.
Spread your wings and fly proudly, Mama. You have earned it!
To explain just how much my mother means to me is an impossible task. Mama was one of the strongest, bravest, and kindest humans to grace this planet. Without her, I wouldn’t be here today, I wouldn’t be the person I am, and I wouldn’t have the life I have. She is everything to me, and more, and there’s no way I could ever quantify the importance she’s held in my life
I grew up knowing my mother as a strong, proud, beautiful, elegant, industrious, firm, strict and consistently optimistic woman, the backbone of our family. Mama was spontaneous, her effervescence and generosity of spirit was bewitchingly infectious.
I am my Mother
I did not need an alarm clock to wake up at any time to study. It didn’t matter even if Mama had asked me to take care of a relative’s or family friend’s house at Okore house number 22, 25, 34, or 46. All I needed to tell Mama is the time, and Mama would not only be there on time to wake me up as early as 4.30am, but breakfast prepared by Mama on a charcoal Jiko would be ready.
I am my mother
Mama was our self-appointed barber in our formative years. Using a pair of scissors, she would cut our hair with no option for fancy hairstyles.
When she bought school uniforms for us, we had to wear them as they were, whether they were fitting, or the shorts were so large they looked like mini trousers! We were not given the option to shorten them. The shoes were usually oversized and instead of exchanging them for fitting ones, we would fill them with cotton wool in the hope that our feet would grow in them.
I am my mother
Mama planned and celebrated our birthdays in style. Mama would bake a cake, type out the invitation letters using a typewriter and have us fill out the names of the guests. We would then deliver the invitations proudly.
To Mama, there was no distinction between a boy and a girl when it came to household chores. Her commands required execution without questions asked- be it going to the posho mill, or to the market to buy vegetables.
I am my mother
When accompanying Mama to visit my maternal grandmothers in Alego, Mama would make me carry sacks of cloths to be distributed to her friends and relatives. Mama would insist that they try them out in her presence, and she would decide what looks nice on each of them.
I am my Mother
At the burial of my maternal Uncle, Mama set up a Kiosk at the funeral and ensured all the supplies that guests ordinarily required were in stock, including the popular brands of hot drinks and other refreshments. Mama’s shop became an instant hit and a huge success.
I am my mother
When we didn’t have a house help, Mama would prepare Ugali in the morning as we left for school, leave the Ugali covered with a Sufuria so that we would get back to school on time after lunch. It didn’t matter the Ugali was cold, it was to be eaten as is, no complaints.
I am my mother
When the newspaper headlines reported that KCSE O-Level Exams results would be announced shortly, I did not have to wait for the then Minister of Higher Education to announce the results, Mama had already made a few calls and we were already aware that the KB class of 1987 had shattered the records. And when the results were finally released, and I rushed them to Mama’s office, Mama had already received her copy, proudly handwritten and signed off on a sheet of paper.
I am my Mother
When I wasn’t admitted to join my first choice A-Level School because of some technicality, Mama immediately called the Principal and within 24 hours, G4S had delivered an admission letter from a sister school to her office.
I am my Mother
Mama accompanied me on my first day to A-Level school, and despite coming from hundreds of Kilometers away and notwithstanding the challenges with delayed transport connections, Mama still delivered me to school in record time. In her characteristic straight-talking style, and in my presence, Mama instructed the Deputy Principal that on matters discipline, the Principal had her full blessings to apply maximum punishment when necessary. And her parting words were “Kae somo ema okelie , ka lango ok kunie”.
I am my Mother
When the school bursar agreed to Mama’s proposal for a flexible fee payment plan, Mama sent fresh fish to the bursar as a thank you gift via G4S courier services without advising G4S the nature of the cargo.
I am my mother
Mama got me my first job during my first year University long holidays. I was sacked within the first week of employment for strongly protesting and resisting the unfavorable working conditions. Mama got wind of it that evening and by 11am the next morning, I had been reinstated with improved working conditions. At the end of my 4 months contract, I was my boss’s best friend, and he would constantly remind Mama every time they met on the streets.
I am my Mother
The UK embassy declined to give Mama a visa to attend my sister’s Graduation ceremony in the UK. With the support of my siblings, I went all out, just like Mama would have done for me and within 12 hours the UK embassy had rescinded its decision. In retrospect, that is perhaps the strongest and most emotive letter I have ever written in my entire career.
I am my mother
When Mama decided to run for political office, I was appointed Mama’s Chief Campaigner, Super-Agent, Chief Fundraiser and Head of Security, with instructions that, the elections had to be won, and just like Mama would have gone all out for me, we delivered the seat! Donge Misuri!
I am my mother
I had the privilege to watch Mama in action when she had guests, like when my grandmothers’ friends and relatives visited her in Kisumu or in the Village. Perhaps that significantly influenced the choice of my Wife, Mama’s favorite daughter in law and best friend, Lilian Akoth Onyach.
There are not enough words I can write to describe just how important my mother was to me, and what a powerful influence she continues to be. I do not know how to come to terms with reality, but I know that you, for sure, are the best mother a son could ever ask for in so many ways. Your resilience and go-getting orientation are simply out of this world.
Sleep well Mama.
Toby says
January 12, 2022 at 17:19Dear Mum.
You are the strongest, the toughest, the fearless, the ruthless and no nsense woman have ever met. An early to rise and ready to go type. You had no room for nonsense and lazy people. You were loved and feared in equal measure.You said it as it is, love or hate it. Many trembled, shivered in your presence, big and small. Some literally run away. I loved every moment of it, hahaha.
Mum you were always full of warmth and love. Hot food was always available on your table and one had to eat it when served.
So much will be said about you, one interesting incident I will mention is when you scolded be for being home on leave from Qatar for the fifth time in 1year while Janet has been away for 2 years without return from the US. I was not serious with my work. That’s triggered me to organise a holiday trip for her to Qatar. While in Doha City, you questioned how serious and what time these Arabs men work, always wearing white kanzus.
Nyagome go well, you’ve done your part. We will definitely keep your candle burning. Oriti.
Eudia Odhiambo Ambatta says
January 13, 2022 at 21:16I learnt of this great loss of Councillor Sara (Min Robert)
and at some point sounded like a dream to me cause on 1st Dec 2021 I had a chat with JR and he confirmed that Mama was well but on medication and Physiotherapy.
My first encounter with Mama was in Alego Gombe at a funeral of her sister in law. I introduced myself to her and we had along talk as the Kanyaluo team ate.
Within the short time of our interaction,I noticed the attributes that have been talked to by the children and relatives.
The one that stood out was that of a disciplinarian which most loving mothers like she was must be to get the best of their children.
To the Bolo’s, song number 175 from wende Nyasaye ( Geno Kristo) and song number 600 in the SDA hymnal ( Hold fast till Jesus comes)
May God give you strength,unity and peace like a river to attend to your souls till that resurrection Morning when you will meet your dear Mum 🙏
Beldina Musa Mumachi says
January 14, 2022 at 09:28You are a force to reckon with. 🙏🏼 Words alone cannot express what am feeling 🙏, you took very good care of me when I gave birth to Imani Sara Bolo, whom I named after you.🙏🏼 Fly away mama🙏🏼💯 It is well🕊️🕊️.
Chris O. Ojiewo says
January 14, 2022 at 10:46I did not have a lot of interface with Councilor Sarah Alice Awuor Bolo, save for the night of October 2, 2021 when I had the opportunity to drive her home after the prayer sessions with the King’s Ministers Melodies. This is partly because I was born and bred in the village while she spent a better part of her initial days in Kisumu with the family. At the point she came back to settle at home after retirement and even venture in politics, I was transitioning out of the village to pursue further education and later employment.
The councilor has been described with the best adjectives, which I have had time to collate as an admin of this online obituary.
One of the traits that really stood out for me besides the many descriptions is the big number of children she took care of besides her own. That required a big heart of kindness and a high level of discipline. Experience has it that taking care of one’s own children is stressful. Doubling the number by adopting other children requires a high level of resilience.
Besides taking care of these many children, one other thing that stood out for me is that all the children (her own and adopted) have had successful careers. Without an iron hand, it is not easy to get such number of children attending school successfully. It required resources as well as high level of discipline. The children have all testified that Mama was a disciplinarian. But I can also add that she valued education and did not accept excuses from anyone who was trying to play truant.
Another key trait that stood out for me is her braveness to venture into elective politics in a male dominated field. In the current constitution, there is a proactive approach to increasing women participation in politics, but this has mostly been through nomination or reserved positions such as women representatives. To venture into elective politics in 2002 as a woman required what we call and ‘iron lady’.
I may pick many more lessons, but let me leave it here with Revelation 14:13 “And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
Clinton Omondi Okoth and Okoth Aseto's family says
January 15, 2022 at 11:00I extend my deepest sympathies to Mzee Zephaniah and Bolo’s family as a whole. May the soul of your mother be at peace with our Heavenly Father.
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