I remember sitting in a wheelchair that was too big for me. Not metaphorically, but literally too big. My feet barely rested where they should. My back had no real support. I kept sliding forward. Every movement reminded me that Read more…
“How is paraplegia taking you?” That’s what I asked my fellow paraplegic, Nawa. “It sucks big time,” he said. And I laughed. Then I asked, “Can we bitch about it a little?” Because sometimes, bitching helps. Complaining helps. Saying it Read more…
Today marks exactly nine years since I graduated. Nine years since I stood there in that gown, smiling, knowing that I had life figured out. I really thought I did. I had a neat timeline in my head, the kind Read more…
Before surgery, I was terrified. The kind of fear that eats at you in silence. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was the end of my life as I knew it. Would I ever walk again? Read more…
A few weeks ago, I found myself at Kasarani Indoor Arena, about to watch the Kenya Wheelchair Basketball team in action. I didn’t really know what to expect. Part of me thought it would be slow or quiet. Oh, how Read more…
They told me to be quiet about my disability.That if I didn’t speak it, maybe it wouldn’t be real.That talking about it would make it worse, like acknowledgment was a curse.That the more I embraced it, the less likely I’d Read more…
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 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 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. 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 Read more…