Born Adjo Victoria Climbie
on November 2, 1991 on the ivory coast, this young, beautiful child would
live a short life. Her parents, Francis Climbié and
Berthe Amoissi sent her to live with an Aunt, who ORIGINALLY lived
in Paris, in order to give Adjo a better education. In November of 1998,
they made the mistake of sending her off to a better life.
At first Adjo and
her Aunt, Marie Therese Kouao, lived alone in Paris, however, between April
and June of 1999 they moved to England. Marie was running from the
authorites and had changed Adjob's name to Anna.
While getting on
a bus one day they met the bus driver, Karl Manning. They soon moved
in with Karl and within days he was already abusing and torturing Adjo.
On July 14, 1999, Adjo made her first visit to the hospital as a result
of his abuse. The doctors were immediately concerned and placed her
under a 72 hour protective order. At that time, the police and social
services were alerted.
This would not be
the last time that social services failed Adjo. Sadly, the System put into
place to protect children missed at least 12 chances to save this little
girls life. How sad that they did not do their job!
At the time of her death,
Adjo had 128 injuries on her body many of them were found to be cigarette
burns. Adjo was forced to sleep in a trash can liner in the tub in
Karl Manning's appartment. Her hands and her feet were bound and
she was kept naked except for the trash can liner.
Karl had used many
things to hit Adjo, including a bicycle chain, hammer and a belt buckle.
Adjo lived on scraps thrown to her much like they would be thrown to the
dog.
Karl said no matter
what he did to her, she never cried and he was even gutsy enough to refer
to HER as Satan after all HE did to her.
Between July 14, 1999
and February 24, 2000, Adjo was tortued and beaten until on February 24,
2000 she was rushed to a hospital suffering from malnutrition and hypothermia.
On February 25, 2000 this beautiful little girl died.
A gray slab of mortor
and tarmac with her name and date of birth and death etched into
it, is the final resting place for Adjo. She was burried in a cemetary
in the ivory Coast.
In January of 2001,
Marie Thérèse Kouao and Karl Manning were both sentenced
to life in prison for the suffering they had inflicted upon this helpless
little child.
The Little Girl
Her parents never
took the young girl to church,
never spoke of his
name,
never read her his
word.
Two non-believers
walking lost in this world,
took thier baby
with them,
what a sad little
girl.
Her daddy drank all
day and her mommy did drugs,
never wanted to
play,
or give kisses and
hugs.
She'd watch the
tv and sit there on the couch,
while her mom fell
asleep,
and her daddy went
out.
And the drinking
and the fighting,
just got worse every
night.
Behind thier couch
she'd be hiding,
oh what a sad little
life.
And like it always
does,
the bad just got
worse,with every slap and every curse.
Until her daddy
in a drunk rage one night,
used a gun on her
mom, and then took his life.
And some people from
the city,
took the girl far
away.
To a new mom,
and a new dad,
kisses and hugs
everyday.
Her first day of
sunday school,
the teacher walked
in,
and a small little
girl,
stared at a picture
of him.
She said I know that
man,
there on that cross.
I don't know his
name,
but I know he got
off.
Cause he was there
in my old house,
he held me close
to his side,
as i hid there behind
our couch,
the night that my
parents died.
Sung By: John
Michael Montgomery Please
don't let them become Angels to soon.
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