The hardest part about alive is that people will never get to see life through your eyes – that’s what I learned 🙁

It’s 8: 32 PM on day 138 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, feed myself bun and chicken nuggets for breakfast, go visit some people – I was SO board 🙁 –  feed myself crumbed fish   for lunch, and feed myself mangoes for dinner and   tweet about my Clean Water For All Campaign for a few hours – still no luck 🙁

Today we went to visit a family in our community to bid their eldest son goodbye – he is leaving for college tomorrow – and although they said everything and did to make us feel welcome every time the aunty turned to talk to me I could hear the change in the tone of her voice – she spoke to me like she would a five-year-old – I smiled ,nodded and played along for the duration of the time that I was there, but as soon as I got home I went to my room, shut the door behind me and cried into my pillow for the way I would never be treated. Do you ever wish that you could borrow your perspective to everybody around you? 🙁