A whole new world!

Raphael met Claris a few months ago. Claris is a plum, bold lady that loves sweaters and woolen stuff. She has no interest in social media thus no mail and no twitter or facebook! No! ...not even Whatsapp, Instagram or Tiktok. And definately no phone number. Raphael and Claris go way back in history from Covid lock-down to the onset of blogging. She has been of tremendous support to many of Raphael's online endeavors and blogging hasn't missed to capture her! In the year 2010, Claris a young wife, gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. Fast forward t0 2017 and her bundle of joy became her worst nightmare to date.

Her son came home one afternoon screaming in pain as she was resting from her lunch with the said culprit all over her mind as he had missed lunch. One look at him threw her into panic. "Enough of the noise!" She ordered some calm into the commotion. Apparently her son had had a dislocated flexor retinaculum joint but upon her inspection, the whole Cruciate ligament of her sons foot was missing and both the tarsal and metatarsal was exposed. She came to terms with herself in a few seconds, sent her son's freinds away and called a taxi with express instructions to drop her and her son at the nearest hospital's emergency wing. The wound was bandaged but she was told the leg had to be amputated if her son was to survive. She could hear none of that nonesense so they were discharged and booked into a mission hospital here in Nakuru. Though the wound was treated she was not able to continue with the high rates in her mind so they got discharged and admitted into foothill hospital and later Valley Hospital where the injury was grafted and it healed months later.

From all this Claris' realized she new nothing about the world. Many of her close friends looked down on her as bad luck and some even stopped coming to her place and kept telling her they were just about to leave when she would visit them. Those who had been imploring her saying that she could get anything she wanted from them told her they had nothing spared to give her. It was only relatives from her side and her husbands side that came to her son's aid and this not only shocked her to the core but changed her completely. She slowly got to her feet and when the grafted foot healed she'd known a whole new world. Even the reality of living with a physically disabled was not one she was farmiliar with before and now that it was behind her and her son walked, she was more than just pityful for the naturally born lame. Today she has only one message, "Be your own person!"