Beautiful, strong, and deeply spiritual, Fikayomi Aaron has walked a path many couldn’t imagine. Diagnosed with a rare bone disorder at a young age, she endured years of pain, rejection, and emotional trauma — yet emerged stronger, finding purpose through faith and writing. At just 10 years old, her life took an unexpected turn when unexplained pain unravelled into heterotopic ossification, a rare condition that causes bones to grow abnormally in soft tissues.
In this exclusive interview, the Kogi State-born writer and publishing coach opens up about living with disability, battling suicidal thoughts, and how she found meaning in her pain — a story of resilience, faith, and unwavering hope.
My hands became stiff and locked upward. My joints gradually froze. At different times, doctors called it osteomyelitis, then a bone tumour, and so on. It was a journey filled with confusion, pain, and uncertainty.
It wasn’t until 2021, just four years ago, that I finally received an accurate diagnosis. By then, I had spent years living in the dark, not understanding what was happening to my own body.
Everything started when I was 10 years old. I wasn’t born physically challenged — I was a happy, energetic little girl chasing dreams like every other child. So when my body began to change, it felt like watching my life take a turn I never saw coming.
If I were to describe my life since then in one word, it would be challenging — very challenging.
There’s a different kind of pain that comes from losing what you once had: mobility, strength, freedom. I remember the frustration, the anger, the long nights of tears. I remember asking God, “Why me?” But over time, I realised that even if life didn’t give me the story I expected, I still have the power to rewrite the ending.
As a child, I dreamed big. I wanted to be a nurse or a journalist. I admired women like Funmi Wakama and Aisha Bello — strong, confident, and eloquent. I would sit in front of the TV and say, “One day, I’ll be like them.”
We moved from one doctor to another because frequent medical checkups were expensive. My father died when I was two, so it was just my mum and six children. Travelling for tests was difficult.
The medical report confirmed I have a rare bone disorder called heterotopic ossification.
Some classmates mimicked the way I walked. I would hear whispers like, “That girl in that class who can’t walk properly.”
One of my most embarrassing moments happened in school. I was 12, and one day, I was so pressed but couldn’t walk fast enough to the toilet. I urinated on myself in class. Some laughed, others helped me clean up. It was humiliating.
Sometimes my siblings had to carry me awkwardly up the stairs to my classroom. I’d beg them to drop me at the door so I could walk in on my own. Still, some classmates mocked me. It was painful.
Living with a disability has reshaped my understanding of life and resilience. There were moments I wanted to give up. I attempted suicide more than four times — but none worked. I believe I’m still here because someone needs my story.
What keeps me going is knowing that my existence gives others hope — especially my mum. I can’t give up after all she’s been through for me.
In 2009, a nurse relative gave me some drugs, hoping they’d help. I reacted badly. My stomach swelled due to fluid buildup — it took several surgeries, the last one in 2024, to remove it.
Doctors later found that trauma triggers tissue calcification in my body. Some of my internal organs, including my cecum, are now affected.
I’m currently writing a book titled “Is Disability a Burden?”, which will be launched on November 29th. It’s the first of eight books exploring disability and resilience.
I’ve had a few serious relationships, but societal judgment made things complicated. My biggest fear is childbirth — how my body would cope. For now, I’m focused on my purpose and my books.
Living with a disability can be tough. Society may see your wheelchair, limp, or hearing aid before it sees you — but don’t let that define you. You are not an object of pity; you are a person of strength and courage.
Find your voice, tell your story, and connect with people who truly see you. Someone out there needs your story to find hope.
And finally, give yourself permission to dream again. You can still live, love, work, and make a difference. You are not broken — you are beautifully human, capable of shining in your own unique way.