Meeting President Obama’s Grandmother

So, I met President Barack Obama’s grandmother. Seriously.

This past weekend I spent several days in a rural village with a friend’s family in order to learn about Kenyan life outside the big city. My friend’s family’s home happened to be just seven kilometers from the Obama family home which is in the village of Kogelo, an area several hours from Nairobi that is home to the Luo tribe of Kenya. When I found out how close we’d be to the Obamas, I decided I had to make a visit. Perhaps, I thought, I could see the area where the President’s father grew up or get a glimpse of the family’s homestead.

On Sunday afternoon, we all piled into the car – my friend whose home we were visiting, his cousin, my friend Abby, and me. We drove through the luscious, rolling green hills and powder blue skies of the Kenyan countryside into the village of Kogelo. I knew we had arrived upon seeing signs like “Senator Secondary School” and the “Barack Obama Shop.”  After a few more winding roads going further into the village, we came upon what we believed to be Sarah Obama’s homestead, the grandmother to President Barack Obama. There was a police officer guarding a large gate into the area. We got out of the car and my friend walked up to the police officer and asked if we could visit Mrs. Sarah Obama. I was taken aback by his request, thinking he must be crazy to assume we might be able to meet her. The police officer looked at us hesitantly and asked for our passports. Abby and I did not have them with us because we had no idea that this opportunity might come up. Did we have our state ID’s? No. Our student ID’s? No. A friggin’ business card? No. The police officer asked my friend for his Kenyan ID, and he pulled it out from his wallet. The police officer saw money in it and suddenly became very friendly. Sure we could come in – he would just “close his eyes.” Plus, he said, Sarah Obama did not have the heart to turn down visitors.

The police officer led us up to the home…and there she was! Ninety-year-old Sarah Obama, sitting in a chair on the lawn. She was wearing a dress made of the traditional, brightly colored Kenyan cloth and her head wrapped in the same cloth. She had kind eyes, soft wrinkles, and a hearty laugh. There were a few other people sitting in chairs around her, and the police officer whispered to us that they were some of President Obama’s extended family members who had come to meet her. Then, we were led right up to Sarah Obama. I shook her hand and said the only word I knew in her tribal language of Duluo – “Erokamano” which means “Thank you.” She laughed loudly and shook my hand firmly when she heard me say it.

A woman brought out chairs for us to sit on and cool sodas to enjoy. For several minutes we sat there with Sarah Obama and her family members as she shared stories in Duluo about the family and the President. She laughed about how much life had changed since the 2008 election – now she travels all over the world and people come to visit her nearly every day. She laughed about how people think she’s rich. She talked about how electricity and roads had come to the village after the election. She cracked jokes in Duluo, and our friends were in tears from laughter as they tried to translate what she had said into English through their giggles. She explained that she had spoken to the President on the phone a few days prior. He had sent her a Mother’s Day card and was planning a visit. Just a hundred feet or so away, she pointed to the President’s father’s grave and explained that as a young man, Barack had visited and stayed in her home.

After some time, several important-looking men in suits showed up demanding her attention, so we politely excused ourselves. On the way out, my friend handed the police officer a few hundred shillings for his trouble (a few dollars). He smiled and said we were welcome back any time.

(FYI, Sarah Obama asked that we not take any photos of her, so the photo of her above was not taken by me. The other photos I was able to take on the way into the homestead.)

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7 thoughts on “Meeting President Obama’s Grandmother

  1. That is great. Sounds like its better to have a few $$ rather than ID’s. Good to know. That is very awesome you got to meet Sarah Obama.!

  2. Hi Alissa! This is Amy from The Messy Middle — I updated my blog this weekend but haven’t been able to move subscribers from wordpress. Sigh. So, if you want to keep following me, you’ll need to resubscribe through wordpress (messymiddle.com). I’m slowly learning more about technology, that’s for sure … thanks for following! I hope to meet some day … really dig your Auntie Jo!

    Amy

    • Hey Wachira! I just sent you an email with the info. The cards are very affordable. Also, thanks for the encouragement on posting again…I’ll be back soon : )

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