I’m Kuselwa, a reader, writer, strategist, mother, and occasional overthinker of words, memory, disability, music, and the strange business of becoming oneself in public.
This site is where I make room for personal essays, cultural fragments, literary detours, and the kind of thinking that starts with one memory and somehow ends up in a book, a song, a body, or a question I did not know I was carrying.
What I share here comes from lived experience, reflection, and curiosity. It’s written in my personal capacity and does not represent the views or positions of any organisation I’m part of.
These are my own thoughts—sometimes evolving, always my own.
Where Words Take Root 