Victoria Adjo Climbie

1991 - 2000
LocationTottenham
Age8 years
Date of Birth11/1991
Date of Death2/2000
Visitors4,154 since 22/05/2008
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God Bless you sweet angel, fly free.........

Another poor child neglected and forgotten!

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2 November 1991:
Victoria Adjo Climbie is born near Abidjan, the Ivory Coast.

November 1998:
Seven-year-old Victoria Adjo Climbie leaves Abobo in the Ivory Coast to lives with her aunt, Marie-Therese Kouao initially in Paris. Kouao takes the girl to London after she is pursued by French authorities over benefit payments.

April - June 1999:
On arrival in England, Victoria's name is given as Anna because of the assumed identity on the false passport used to get her into Europe.

Kouao takes a job as a hospital cleaner and the pair initially live in a hostel in north London. Some weeks later Victoria is on a bus with her aunt when they meet Carl Manning, the driver, for the first time.

July 1999:
Kouao and Victoria, who speaks no English, move into Carl Manning's home in Tottenham, north London. Within days, Victoria would be suffering abuse at the hands of Carl Manning. That abuse would lead to her torture and death.

14 July 1999:

Kouao: Pretended to care for Victoria
Victoria makes her first visit to the Central Middlesex Hospital after the daughter of her childminder suspects the girl has non-accidental injuries. The doctor accepts Kouao's story that Victoria has inflicted the wounds on herself by scratching at scabies sores.

During this period, doctors alert child protection authorities as a precaution. Haringey social worker Lisa Arthurworrey and PC Karen Jones are assigned to the case. They later cancel a home visit scheduled for 4 August after hearing about the scabies.

24 July 1999:
Victoria is taken to North Middlesex Hospital's casualty department with scalding to her head and face. Doctors immediately suspect that the injuries have been deliberately inflicted.

Kouao tells Lisa Arthu4worrey and PC Jones that she poured hot water over Victoria to try and stop her scratching her scalp. She says that Victoria caused other injuries with utensils.

6 August 1999:
Victoria is discharged from the hospital and is collected by Kouao after her explanation for the injuries is accepted by child protection authorities.

October 1999
Trial evidence reveals that from October 1999 until the following January, Carl Manning forces Victoria to sleep in a bin liner in the bath every night at this flat.

1 November 1999L:
Kouao tells social workers that Carl Manning has sexually assaulted Victoria. She withdraws the accusation the next day. PC Jones is asked to investigate why but takes no further action after her letter to Kouao remains unanswered.

24 February 2000
Victoria is rushed to North Middlesex Hospital suffering from a combination of malnutrition and hypothermia. Doctors later transfer her to an intensive care ward at St Mary's Hospital in west London.

25 February 2000:
Victoria is declared dead at 3.15pm at St Mary's Hospital.

Dr Nathaniel Carey, the Home Office pathologist who examines her body, finds 128 separate injuries and scars, many of them cigarette burns, and describes them as "the worst case of child abuse I've encountered".


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Precious Child

by Karen Taylor Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

Mary Webb (GTS Friend)
3 weeks ago

GOD,
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* ...*.*. THE WINDOWS
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.*) .*) *.*.*LOOKED AT ME
. (... *.*.*.**.*.*.*AND ASKED,
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* . * ( ..(_)/ ) * * .BECAUSE
* . * (_ /|.. _) . **.* THIS PERSON IS
* . * . /___.. * . .* .*SO
. * * . * . * *SPECIAL xxx

LOVE MARY XXXXXX

Mary Thong-Garner
May 28, 2009

BLESS YOU SWEETHEART............
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Patricia Mackenzie
May 24, 2009

***THE GARDEN OF PROMISE***
There is a place, I have been told,
Beyond an open gate
All have been invited
Where friends and loved ones wait

It holds eternal promise
Of everlasting peace
No pain or sorrow ever comes
And teardrops there have ceased

Abundant life is evident
Constant, fresh and new
A garden of provision
With eternity in view

The promise is awaiting
A place we can abide
Fulfilled for all who answer
The call to come inside.

Author unnown.

Mary Webb (GTS Friend)
May 22, 2009

HAPPY EASTER VICTORIA

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The sky is full of bunny clouds
So soft and fat and white,
I wonder if they're hiding eggs
For angels to find with delight.

Because angels like Easter as well,
you know,
And there's no reason why
There shouldn't be an Easter hunt
In meadows in the sky.

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-{*~*~*~*~*~*ANGEL~*~*~*~*~*~}
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Maggie Bell
April 9, 2009

HAPPY EASTER SWEETHEART. XxX

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰



The tiny bunny
Is working all day long
Decorating Easter eggs
While humming a song
He is having so much fun
Making eggs for you and me
And small chocolate bunnies
That he gives away free
But when he is finished
He'll bring them your way
In a big coloured basket
Upon Easter day

Sending lots of floaty kisses your way xxxxx * . * * . * * . * * . * * . *

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰⋰Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ⋱♰
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LOVE CATHY.XXX

Catherine Hynds
April 8, 2009

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Patricia Mackenzie
March 27, 2009

SWEET DREAMS........

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LOVE JUDE. X

Patricia Mackenzie
March 26, 2009

Heaven

Heaven would not be Heaven
Without the children there,
Playing hide and seek in pearly mists
Free from every pain and care.
Heaven would not be Heaven
Without their carefree rapture,
Scrambling through the fluffy clouds
Each happy moment to capture

Heaven would not be Heaven
Without their shouts and laughter
Echoing across Elysian fields
As starbursts they chase after
Heaven would not be Heaven
Without their joyful choir
Ringing through celestial realms
Sweet voices rising ever higher

Heaven would not be Heaven
Without their radiant light,
Undimmed by earths murky shades
Their robes shining bright.
Heaven would not be Heaven
Without their smiles of pleasure,
Bearing sheaves of rainbow flowers
The children are Heaven's treasure.

Mary Webb (GTS Friend)
March 22, 2009

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day Victoria love Emma and Ella xxx

Emma Collins
March 22, 2009
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