Disability a Misnomer

My first day in a hall for a graduation ceremony, was 13 years ago. Rhulani Baloyi was receiving her postgraduate diploma in teaching and had invited me. She was not family, or even friend, but I found myself sitting in that Great Hall at Wits University, applauding this great woman with pride in my heart. Rhulani Renoldah Baloyi is a blind young woman. You see(or you read, to those that can't see), I felt saddened that she has turned to journalism instead of teaching in our schools, but then again, I realise that now a lot young people can hear and see her on radio and television. She is well travelled and well informed, that I've never really thought of her as a disabled being. She had always been independent at the university residence that you would not know she was blind. But the world out there, is not a university residence. Who drives her around? Who leads her around the busy streets of Johannesburg? Would I have been able to do all that she does if I were disabled? I am such a lazy bugger. I am so lazy to study, although I have full sight I am so lazy to run, though I have both feet I am so lazy to listen, though I can hear well I've met a number of disabled women since then, and all of them work hard and are smart. I've realised that most of us that are not disabled, are actually disabled. Those people that we say are disabled, are actually enabled, because they work on their dreams and goals much better than most of us who are not disabled.