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 wrong I was. I’ve been a wheelchair user for years. 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 ever walk again.So I stayed quiet. At first. I silenced 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 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…