What happens when the place you go to seek help is the very place that shuts you out? How? Well, let me tell you a story about the most inaccessible office I have been to and how that inaccessibility made me feel. Over the weekend, I went to apply for Read more…
Two years ago, I was stuck.Stuck in fear.Stuck in the belief that I would never leave my parents’ house.That I would forever be dependent, that independence — whatever that even meant — just wasn’t for people like me. But life has a funny way of shifting. I moved out. That’s Read more…
Mental health isn’t always a visible battle—but last weekend, mine screamed in silence. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted the curtains drawn — all super dark, no lights, no nothing. I wanted to lie in silence and let the stillness Read more…
There’s something dangerous about desperation — a silent vulnerability that opens doors we’d normally keep shut. It makes us reach, grasp, and cling to promises we might otherwise question. And when you live with a disability in a society that glorifies walking, standing, and “looking able,” that desperation can be Read more…
Some conversations stay with you — long after the call ends, long after the words have settled. Not because they were loud or dramatic — but because they were true. Because for a moment, you sat across someone who didn’t just talk about inclusion — they championed for it. Mine with Read more…
A wheelchair is more than a piece of equipment; it’s freedom, dignity, and a right to movement. Yet, in Kenya, this symbol of independence is often treated as a privilege—one that is difficult to access, expensive to maintain, and, at times, outright unsuitable for the user. For many, the journey Read more…
Take a moment. Think about it. I’ll wait. Now flip the question—how many able-bodied women do you see with paraplegic men? See what I mean? I’ve been observing this for a while now, and honestly, it stings. It stings because, as a disabled woman, I can’t help but wonder—are we Read more…
The other day, I was traveling with a friend—a fellow paraplegic. As we were boarding a cab, there was a bit of a struggle. The car was higher than I was used to, and maneuvering into it took effort, strategy, and patience. Eventually, we managed and settled in. The cab Read more…
Where I come from, disability or rather paralysis isn’t just a medical condition; it’s often seen as a sign of demon possession. Yes, you read that right. If life was good before an accident or illness, people are quick to believe that something sinister caused the misfortune. And like I Read more…
As I write this, I am lying in bed nursing a relentless backache that seems to mock my every move. The pain is sharp, almost as if it has taken residence in my body, reminding me of all the things I cannot do at this moment. It’s easy to feel Read more…