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(Anna Climbie)
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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