‘That boy can see!’ How I found my way after losing my sight.
My aunt and uncle said it was much too dangerous for me to go out on my own. I’d immigrated to the United States from Nigeria to live with my mother’s brother and his wife in Maryland in 2010, and one year after that, I lost my vision. I had since learned to get about with a cane, and now I craved getting back on the highway of life, to pursue my dream of being a broadcaster.
No, they told me. I would
