I met Ada…

Small girl with big dreams.

Eyes that carried light,

A voice that could melt walls.

She said, “I wan be lawyer, make I fit fight for girls like me.”

And we laughed 

Not knowing how soon her laughter would fade into silence.

One rainy evening,

The world failed Ada.

A man, old enough to know better,

Did the unthinkable.

And the community said, “Shhh… it’s a mistake.”

A mistake that broke a child,

And built another wall of shame.

Tell me,

When did silence become tradition?

When did “keep quiet” become culture?

When did protecting predators become normal?

Ada’s story is not just hers 

It’s every girl whose wings were clipped

Before she even learned to fly.

It’s every child told to hide her pain

Because “what will people say?”

But I say  No more!

No more hiding behind silence.

No more sweeping tears under carpets of fear.

No more trading daughters for pride.

We must rise 

As voices, as brothers, as sisters,

As parents, as people with conscience.

Because protecting the girl child

Is not a campaign 

It’s a duty.

It’s humanity.

It’s love with courage.

So when you see an Ada,

Don’t just smile at her dreams — guard them.

Don’t just admire her strength — shield it.

Don’t just hear her voice — echo it.

Because if we speak for her today,

Tomorrow’s Ada will no longer whisper…

She’ll roar.

Free. Bold. Unbroken.

✨ Protect her dreams. Protect her dignity. Protect the girl child.