I would like to start by saying sorry for not posting anything in February.
Too much confusion with a new job… but one that I am grateful for. Thanks to all of this writing!
As we come to the end of March, many often plan for April fools’ pranks, holiday getaways, romantic dates or even random plots for those who find themselves with no plans like me at times.
I would like us to do one thing before we push forward with our April plans. Let us remember that it is Autism awareness month. I know that I am writing this too early, but it is never to early to ask for support to help out those who are faced with endless episodes of adversity.
Spare some time to donate a smile to an autistic child. Spare a shoulder to support aid workers who plan fun events for families affected by autism. Spare a prayer for burdened parents of autistic children.
I wrote this piece last year and prayed that somehow I would get space to express my thoughts about autism even with the popular politics that often infests our newspapers. I am grateful my wish was granted and that I can be able to take you though the life of a person affected by autism.
Share some love by contacting Autism Awareness Kenya which is a lovely organisation that takes time each year to support Kenyan families affected by autism. Join them this April for a fun day at the Pangani centre and share the love even before starting our Easter holidays.
Enjoy the read!!!
This is just the intro of the article:
The space between the National Archives and the ever-crowded Ambassador bus terminus in Nairobi is sometimes equated to ‘a house of lunatics’.
Here one encounters all shades of human behaviour. From desperate street preachers seeking to win the souls of indifferent passers-by rushing to nowhere, to hordes of herbalists touting their wares. Then there are the bawdy bus touts enticing commuters to board their vehicles. From somewhere high-decibel music assaults the eardrums or impatient drivers honking. This is an assembly of madness.
However, amid the din, sits a haggard-looking woman in a corner of building with a child on her laps. Ordinarily, one would be tempted to ignore the pair. After all Nairobi is a city of the absurd. Women hire children for begging. But the piteous look of the women is difficult to ignore. Even more depressing is the sight of the child, who onlookers say is a boy. With half his tongue out, the boy struggles to breath; his hands are pin-thin, while his sunken stomach and cheeks are testimony to his dietary requirements.
There’s more if you follow this link:
I would love it if you shared with me any experiences you had spreading some love this Easter season.