Borne whith disability

My name is Gregory, and I was born blind in my family. In our countryside, everyone was curious to see the newborn who was blind. Many people believed this was a curse on our family, but despite these superstitions, everyone showed us compassion, love, and support.

As I grew up, I interacted with other children and played just like any other kid. The main concern was how I would receive an education. My mother, with high hopes, bought me books and pens and began teaching me how to read and write, believing I could learn like other children. I stayed home until I was ten years old.

When I was ten, one of my uncles, who lived in Nairobi, told my parents about an eye hospital in the city that could potentially help restore my sight or provide other forms of assistance. My parents, who had tried various methods without success—including seeking help from churches and even witchcraft—had high expectations. Upon visiting the hospital, I met other children with similar conditions. The doctors informed us that my condition was not curable, but they directed my parents to a school that specialized in educating children like me.

From that point on, I attended this special school, where I learned to read and write using Braille. Although it was challenging at first, it became easier with time. Interacting with other students who had similar conditions helped boost my confidence. As I grew older, I even learned how to perform daily tasks like normal people.

Despite some individuals in society trying to discriminate against us or pity us, it is important to understand that "disability is not inability." My journey has shown that with the right support and education, people with disabilities can lead fulfilling lives and achieve their goals.