For Ochieng’ Ogodo, science was never a subject to be sequestered in ivory towers. It belonged in the hands of the people—decoded, demystified, and, above all, delivered with clarity and conviction. Across nearly three decades, he did just that: in newspapers and journals, in classrooms and workshops, in newsrooms stretching from Nairobi to London. He was a bridge between knowledge and the public, and he crossed it with rare humility.
Born and raised in Kenya, Ogodo began his journalistic career at The East African Standard in the 1990s. He cut his teeth covering crime and corruption but soon turned his pen to the underreported—and at the time, unfashionable—realm of science journalism. It was not a glamorous beat, nor a lucrative one. But Ogodo had a gift: he could see stories and meaning where others saw only data.
He would go on to report for National Geographic, Nature Medicine, and The Guardian, among others. His writing made the complex comprehensible, never talking down to his readers. In 2008, he was awarded the Reuters-IUCN Media Award for Excellence in Environmental Reporting, a rare nod to the depth of his work on environmental issues in Africa.
But perhaps his most enduring contribution came not from bylines, but from building institutions. He founded the Kenya Environment and Science Journalists Association (KENSJA), providing a home for colleagues who often worked in isolation and without support. As editor of SciDev.Net’s Sub-Saharan Africa desk, he developed talent across the continent, diligently commissioning, coaching, and championing dozens of young journalists. Later, at Mongabay, where he served as East Africa editor, he continued this vocation—often late into the night, poring over drafts, nudging stories toward excellence.
Despite his accomplishments, Ogodo was never one to seek the spotlight. He was happiest in conversation—debating policy over tea, or exchanging WhatsApp messages with mentees. He was frequently invited to speak at global forums, but remained grounded in the practical concerns of journalism in the Global South: poor internet, shrinking newsroom budgets, and the quiet prejudice faced by African writers pitching to Western editors.
When he wasn’t working, he was reading, traveling or watching his beloved Arsenal soccer team. On the night before his death, he was doing just that—relishing a Champions League win with friends. A few hours later, he suffered a sudden and fatal cardiac episode.
He leaves behind children, extended family, and a grief-stricken community of journalists who knew him not just as a mentor, but as a friend. Many of them owe their careers to his guidance, encouragement, and quiet belief in their potential. They now carry forward what he built.
In a world in desperate need of clarity and compassion, Ochieng’ Ogodo offered both. His work continues—not in the stories he wrote, but in those he helped others find the courage to tell.
Source: Mongabay News / Digpu NewsTex