*Tribute for George Olola*

*From:* Daniel Odhiambo
*Relationship:* My uncle
*Message:*
My uncle George Ouma Olola whom I knew since my childhood was indeed a parent to so many people within the family and entire village, Him together with his brother Cosmas Odemba and my late grandmother Firika took full care of my education, clothing and school requirements when I lost my mother the year 2008 ,my uncle did alot to me upto now I can't outline all, it's too early uncle to depart but we can't question God, You will remain in our hearts forever till we meet again, may your soul RIP uncle Show less

Uncle George wasn’t just family. He was a pillar of wisdom, comfort, and joy. His presence was steady and reliable, like a lighthouse—guiding, protecting, and reminding us of what truly matters: family, faith, humility, and love.

Though our hearts are heavy, we also celebrate the gift of having known him. His memory lives on in the stories we share, the values he stood for, and the countless lives he touched. We especially hold close the powerful words he spoke during his birthday speech in March—words that now carry even deeper meaning.

Uncle George, you may be gone from our sight, but never from our hearts. We miss you deeply, and we thank God for the beautiful life you lived.


"The memory of the righteous is a blessing." — Proverbs 10:7 Show less

A beautiful memory dearer than gold of an UNCLE whose worth can never be told.Tgere is a place in my heart, no one can fill. The journeys from kahawa west every morning moulding me to become a person in life will never fade in my heart. You new how to make things look alright when difficult moments hit. Rest easy champ Show less

I had the privilege of living under the care of Mr. George Olola, a deeply God-fearing and hardworking man who always sought to bring out the best in those around him. He was a steady and humble guide in my life, offering wisdom and support at a time when I needed it most. His words carried weight—not because they were many, but because they came from a place of love, faith, and genuine care. He lived with integrity, led by example, and inspired those close to him to aim higher and live with purpose. Today, as we say goodbye, I carry with me the values he stood for and the warmth of his care that helped shape who I am. Rest well, sir. You ran your race with grace, and you touched lives more deeply than words can capture. Show less

My Uncle George Ouma Olola, who I later came to call Baba, had a special way of making things stick. Whether it was a nickname, advice, or a joke, once he said it, it stayed with you.

For a long time, he used to call me 'Rika Yangu.' I didn’t really understand why, but I loved it. I was the last born in the Ahomo family for many years, and I was proud of that. It felt like a special title just for me.

Then my little brother was born.

Suddenly, I wasn’t 'Rika Yangu' anymore. He gave that name to my younger brother. I was confused and honestly, a little hurt. So one day, I asked him why the change. He smiled and said, 'I was the last born too. That’s why I called you Rika Yangu. But now your brother is the last born, so he becomes my Rika Yangu and as for you Philo.Wewe ni brother mkubwa sasa', slightly closing his eyes;. Just like that, I got a new name, Philo. That same day, I was told I couldn’t sleep in my parents’ room anymore. I had officially lost my 'baby of the house' status. It felt like a big change at the time.

But what meant the most to me was that, no matter what was going on, whether I was in trouble, being playful, or causing some chaos, he always called me Philo.
Even when he had to correct me or stand up for me, the name never changed. It reminded me that I was loved, even when I messed up.

Knowing and having him in my life has been one of the greatest gifts. For that, I truly thank God for his life.

There were many moments with him that left a mark, but this one stood out. It may seem small, but to me, it was a big moment, a sign of growing up, wrapped in love and laughter.

Thank you, Baba, for your wisdom hidden in jokes, your love shown through names, and your guidance that always came at just the right time.

Images of dowry ceremony in Burundi where his presence was felt with utmost Resilience, Love and Respect 🙏🏿


1st Corinthians 15:26 - The last enemy to be destroyed is death.


With Love and Till we meet again my your Soul Rest in Eternal Peace. Show less

My dear friend George
Walking the rest of the path of our friendship alone is heartbreaking; this the price I have to pay for being your friend. I know you would have done same for me.
In every shared memory your light continues to shine, in my quiet moments, may those memories bring smiles, tears of joy.
You are gone from my sight but never from my heart.
In God's hands you rest, in our hearts you live forever.
Fare thee well, osiepna. Show less

Never thought this day would come this soon. As others would expect me to call him 'babu'I called him chuora machogo. We had so many inside jokes with him. We'd start laughing once we see each other even before greeting each other. George Olola was a true definition of class. Everytime I visited the village he'd take me through the developments that took place while I was away. He 'd start with a simple statement like "chiega matin come and see how our home is now beautiful." This statement would be followed with a series of us walking around to see how he has turned shags to a beautiful place. What started as a walk would end up as a trip to Siaya town just to get me some snacks and you know some bread for my core wife(Shosh Monicah) just so she doesn't feel forgotten. It pains me that now I have to write all these memories as a tribute to my loved one. Death has snatched a special one from me. God who will hand me over to my future husband with rules of how I should be treated. God who will fill this gap, my grandpa has left. I have so much to write about chuora machogo, but my hands are shaky and tears are welling up in my eyes, I just have to say, gone but not forgotten. I'll tell my generation about you grandpa. Rest in peace George Olola, chuora machogo. Show less

July 24th will forever be etched in my heart with deep sorrow. I still struggle to come to terms with the fact that I will never see or speak to you again. I never imagined you would leave us so soon, and it breaks my heart to know that we, your children, won't have the chance to care for you as you once did for us. It hurts even more to know that your warmth, joy, and loving presence will no longer be felt by your grandchildren, whom you loved so dearly.
As I journey down memory lane, I feel a deep sense of pride and gratitude for having had the privilege to call you my father. You loved us fiercely, worked tirelessly to provide for our family, and raised us with strong values. You were more than a father—you were a devoted husband, a true friend, and my greatest role model. I always believed there was nothing you couldn’t do if you set your mind to it—except, sadly, escape death.
There are so many cherished memories, each one more precious than the last. To recount them all would take more than a book, it would take a lifetime. I remember how faithfully you took us to primary school every morning, no matter how tough things were. I’ll never forget our 'Isaac and Abraham' moment, when you defied all odds to get me a place in school at Yala. Your guidance during my campus years, and the unwavering encouragement you gave me when I struggled to find work after graduating with first-class honors in engineering, meant the world to me. You believed in me when I was at my lowest. You have always helped me negotiate my contracts and even gave me my first loan to start a business. In the later years, we became more than father and son—we became friends, business partners, and trusted confidants. Together, we were a force, and the lives we touched stand as a living testimony to that bond.
In these past few days, I’ve come to realize even more just how many lives you touched. The overwhelming outpouring of love and support has revealed that you were not only a father and mentor to us, but to so many others as well. You guided, inspired, and cared for people far beyond what we ever imagined. It’s become so clear that your impact stretched across all walks of life—leaving a legacy that will never be forgotten.
As I write this tribute, my eyes are filled with tears and my heart is heavy. Yet, I find comfort in the words of John 14:1–3: 'Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you.'

I love you, Dad.
Rest in peace, until we meet again—never to part. Show less

My brother was more than just a family,he was a best friend.In your name we are all called "nyar gi Ajoji"You never knew us by our names but "nyar mama"I remember you with a smile that will never tell weather you are happy or sad.Business is risking was always your encouragement nyathiwa.I remember your laughter,how it filled a room and lifted even the heaviest hearts.You had a way of making people feel seen and loved.Loosing you has left a space no one else can fill,but even in your absence your spirit will continue guiding me.Rest in perfect peace dear brother. Show less