Christine Ochieng

I am very passionate about events production and am grateful to the people who have trusted me to produce their events 🙏 Let's work together and bring your vision to reality 😀 Let's connect! #EventsProduction #Production #MadamProducer

You will see the reward of your enemy, the one who troubles the land and sea has been placed under your feet.

"UPENDO OVERDOSE" ft VOH Out Now!  Video Link: youtu.be/oRpCy4rXkFY

Captured during the production for The Playlist na Ablenty. Being a producer means wearing many hats; creative thinker, problem-solver, coordinator, and storyteller. Proud of the team and excited for what’s coming 🎬✨ #ThePlaylistNaAblenty #ProducerLife #BehindTheScenes

Writing this here to remind myself that I am that girl. I have been to the pits of hell and I’m still here. I ain’t going nowhere. Now we rise!!!!

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes it's dark, sometimes you dont have the answers, and sometimes it's great. All the times, though, remember happiness is a choice and God loves you, and that will never change. Above all, successful people look like you.

@MsWambaire 😅😅😅😅

A kind reminder to my girlies: WASH THAT GEL BRUSH amen 🙏🏽

No more Monday Blues 😀 Tune in every Monday from 6-7pm on Ablenty Sadock social media pages (Instagram, Facebook and YouTube) for #ThePlaylistnaAblenty 🔥🔥🔥 Host : @ablenty_sadock Dj - Dj Tridlap Producer : @OchieChristine Reel by @blesser_director

Today, we celebrate the life and legacy of the late Rt. Hon. Raila Amolo Odinga, a hero whose vision, courage, and unwavering spirit inspired generations and shaped our nation’s journey. Happy Mashujaa Day 🇰🇪

Rest well Baba! 🫡 Kenya will forever be grateful to you!

On this 19th day of October, 2025 Raila Odinga’s coffin was lowered and the military played The Last Post - the ceremonial bugle in honour of the departed. The King is dead. Long live the Crown.

Jowi! Jowi! Jowi!

‘From the earth you came, to the earth you shall return’. Thank you Raila Amollo Odinga. For sacrificing self for the nation. Erokamano Jakom.

Jakom 🕯️

BABA You Taught Us Everything... What You Never Taught Us Is How To Mourn You...

Onboard tribute to the late Rt. Hon. Raila Amolo Odinga by Captain Saviemaria Ondego

. #RIPRailaOdinga thank you Baba

“A new report reveals the late Raila Odinga is the only top politician who never sued the media, even if criticized.” Source MOE here on X @moneyacademyKE . That one line says a lot about who Raila was, a man who believed in the power of free speech, even when it worked against him. He understood that leadership wasn’t about silencing voices, but about listening, especially when the truth was uncomfortable. To mourn Raila Odinga is to remember the father of Kenya’s democracy, a man who spent his life fighting systems that wanted to break him, and still showed up every single time.He might have had his flaws, yes, he was human after all, but there will never be another Raila. A man who turned pain into purpose, defeat into movement, and criticism into courage. He taught us that democracy isn’t given, it’s fought for. That freedom isn’t free, it’s earned through sacrifice, patience, and endless resilience. For decades, he stood where others feared to stand. He faced imprisonment, exile, betrayal, and still came back with the same message: Kenya must be free. And maybe that’s why this loss feels so personal. Because Raila wasn’t just a politician, he was a symbol of resistance, of hope, and of dreams that outlived generations. He carried the voice of millions, inspired loyalty and criticism in equal measure, and through it all, he never lost his sense of dignity. He wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes, took risks, and sometimes got it wrong, but he never stopped believing that Kenya could be better. And that belief alone changed this country forever.

Fare Thee Well Baba. #RIPRailaOdinga

In that single moment, silence became a language. A daughter knelt before her mother, her hands trembling as she offered the white fedora — a relic of storms weathered, of prisons endured, and of a dream deferred yet never extinguished. The hat was not just cloth and brim; it was memory woven into destiny. Ida’s eyes, heavy with both grief and pride, saw not a hat but the spirit of a man who had carried a nation’s burden on his brow. It was the passing of a torch in African fashion — not through words but through gesture, the kind that binds ancestors to the living and keeps a name breathing long after its bearer sleeps. In many cultures, kneeling is not submission but reverence — a bridge between generations. Winnie’s bow was not of weakness but strength, a daughter anchoring her mother’s breaking heart, whispering silently that though the king has fallen, his lineage will not falter. The fedora became his crown of immortality. And in that quiet room filled with echoes of struggle and song, time folded. The past met the present, and Kenya’s story found another verse. The photo will outlive speeches and statues, because it captures what words cannot: the inheritance of courage, the endurance of legacy, and the sacred ritual of farewell.