I am from Nigeria, where insecurity is a part of daily life. An event of my life changed everything forever. It happened when I was 20, carefree, riding my motorcycle. I was traveling from Lokoja, the capital of Kogi State, to a town called Sheria. Along the way, I stopped to look at a motorcycle lying on the ground. Before I could make sense, a man emerged from the bushes, pointing a gun at me. The sound of a gunshot shattered the air before I could react. I survived after multiple surgeries. But I had lost my leg—a harsh testament to the insecurity in my country and perhaps a reminder that I was meant to walk a different path. My name is Adamu Ibrahim and this is my story.
My dream had always been to work in construction and pursue a career in electrical engineering. However, the accident forced me to reconsider my future.
Refusing to let my disability define me, I set small, achievable goals throughout my rehabilitation. While these accomplishments may seem minor to some, for someone like me, living with a disability, they were monumental.
Each success strengthened my determination to embrace life with my new prosthetic leg. Accepting this new reality was not easy, and I struggled to share my story.