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…
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 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 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, 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, Read more…