When I was first diagnosed with diabetes in Kisii, I felt like my world had quietly ended. The doctor explained the condition carefully, but all I heard were the words “chronic” and “lifetime management.” I left the hospital with medication and instructions, but inside I was filled with fear.
I was still young. I had responsibilities. I did not want people to look at me differently or treat me like I was fragile.
So I kept it secret. Not even my closest relatives knew. I hid my medication in a small container under my clothes. I checked my sugar levels discreetly. Some days were manageable. Others were frightening.…CONTINUE READING
