The Obama family matriarch passed away in a Kenyan hospital at the age of 99.

“Mama was sick with normal diseases; she did not die of Covid-19,” said Sheik Musa Ismail, a family spokesman, adding that she had tested negative for the sickness. He stated that she had been sick for a week before being admitted.

President Barack Obama expressed his sympathies to his family.

“My family and I are mourning the loss of our beloved grandmother, Sarah Ogwel Onyango Obama, affectionately known to many as “Mama Sarah,” but known to us as “Dani” or Granny,” the former president said on Twitter, alongside a photo of himself as a child with his grandmother. “We will miss her terribly, but we will remember her long and remarkable life with gratitude.”

“Mama Sarah’s death is a huge blow to our country. We’ve lost a strong, virtuous woman, a matriarch who held the Obama family together and was an icon of family values,” Kenyatta added.

Kisumu Governor Anyang Nyong’o expressed his sympathies to the people of Kogelo village for the loss of a matriarch and said she would be remembered for her work to encourage education and empower orphans.

“She was a philanthropist who raised funds to pay for orphans’ school fees,” he explained.

Sarah Obama was President Obama’s grandfather’s second wife, and she raised his father, Barack Obama, Sr. The family is of the Luo ethnic group of Kenya.

President Obama adored her and referred to her as “Granny” in his biography, “Dreams from My Father.” He remembered meeting her during a trip to his father’s hometown in 1988 and how their awkwardness as they struggled to speak became a loving bond.

In 2009, she attended his first inauguration as President. Later, in his September 2014 speech to the United Nations General Assembly, Obama mentioned his grandmother once more.

Sarah Obama has been nurturing orphans in her house for decades. The Mama Sara Obama Foundation assisted children who had lost their parents by giving them school materials, uniforms, basic medical requirements, and school fees.

She told the Associated Press in 2014 that even as an adult, letters would arrive, but she couldn’t read them. She stated that she did not want her children to be uneducated. Therefore, she ensured that all of her family’s children attended school.

She recalls riding the president’s father’s bicycle six miles to school every day from the family’s small hamlet of Kogelo to the larger town of Ngiya to ensure he received the education she never had.

“I love education,” Sarah Obama remarked, since it teaches youngsters “how to be self-sufficient,” especially girls who are often denied the opportunity to attend school.

“If a woman gets an education, she will educate not only her family but the entire village,” she explained.

She was awarded by the United Nations in 2014 with the inaugural Women’s Entrepreneurship Day Education Pioneer Award in appreciation of her work to boost education.

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