a voice amongst voices

Dear world. I am a 11yrs old Nigerian girl calling for your help. Our senators has gone mad again. This is not like the madness mum and dad accuse them of everyday. This is madness like the type of haggard iyaloja i saw today on my way to church marching slowly with her overgrown dada hair and faded buba. Yes!! Our senators madness is even worse than iyaloja. At least iyaloja don't pass laws that will make being a girl in Nigeria a crime. Iyaloja will not deny me and my friends our childhood and teenage experience. Iyaloja cannot do anything that will make me not to learn how to apply makeup and nail acryllic like Aunty Ifeoma. Iyaloja cannot force me or make a law that will force me to become a wife and a mother before my 16th birthday. Iyaloja's madness cannot hinder me from becoming an Activist like Saro Wiwa, Benzair Bhutto and all the big persons i watch on Tv everyday talking for defenseless and voiceless like me, but my country senators' madness can eat up this my dream like the way our house wall gecko ate a fly that perched on the wall yesterday. I don't know what my friends and i did to them. Is it because i told my Aunty teacher in school that my mum said that Nigerian senators need Amadioha to cleanse them of their heads. Or is it because Nkem said that she will be the first Nigerian president after her university. Maybe it is a way they want to stop us because maybe they are afraid that when we finally grow up, we will make sure their sins catch up with them. Since i saw the news yesterday, i have been crying my eyes out. Not even my mother or my close friend Nnenna can console me. I don't think they understand my tears, especially Nnenna. She don't know i am also crying on her behalf. She don't know my tears are that of fear for our future. She don't know that i am scared that oneday our parents maybe like Iyaloja and decides to marry us off to a granny Chief with red cap or an ancient Alhaji with his 1,500naira babariga.  No!! They don't understand at all. But Dear World, i hope most of you will understand the unending tears and fears of this little teenager who just began seeing hairs in unusual places on her body. Please don't allow our Senators to marry me and my friends off during this transition period. Don't allow those mad men to decide when i will get married because i don't think that in the next ten years if i will be ready for it. Afterall Aunty Jane who will be 25years next month is still being taught by my mum on that thing called 'wifeship', then imagine the tsunami that will happen if i eventually become a wife in the next two years. Please rescue us and our kind because only U is our hope. Yours lone voice, Mmesoma Ifeoluwa Aisha.