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Baby Samantha Pendo

The morning illuminated her face: While deep in a sweet sleep she wondered why She couldn’t see through the glowering darkness; But in the morn she was amazed at the light – Though she did not know that it was called light, And where it did come from no one told her: What does half year old baby understand! Her eyes were beautiful heavenly stars And her face was the morning eastern sky; The patriots of our great country regarded her, So the splendor of a future nation was greater For she would be the sun-smile of tomorrow When today’s sun would set away. The morning illuminated her face: But, so sad, a bullet came from the heart Of the jungle, from the mouth of a tiger And burst into her half a year old head. Hear all of you: so the babe died. Her dead face was full of sparkling tears: The tinsel on the lifeless face, was end of a future. Notes :Baby Samantha Pendo was killed in cold blood in Kisumu City after chaos erupted following the 08/08/2017 elections in Kenya.

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Date: 5/10/2018 5:18:00 PM
This is so sad. I'm always so very sorry to learn of an innocent baby's/child's death due to the politics and violence of men. It makes me remember that somewhere in the Bible it says that God "hates the spilling of innocent blood."
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Date: 4/27/2018 8:40:00 PM
She must have become famous for the horrific event that happened. Her name is now known in the world. I hope to recall it if I see it again. The poor innocent.
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Honesty Oimbo
Date: 4/29/2018 4:48:00 AM
In kenya she became famous my friend
Date: 4/24/2018 3:22:00 PM
Oh my goodness, what a sad tale so beautifully rendered. Was she daughter of someone famous? I want to fave this gem.
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Date: 4/27/2018 1:34:00 AM
no, she was a daughter of a poor peasant, someone who cannot fight for her rights because she has no means. and what is more sad is that the baby was killed by a police officer. the event caused me to write this poem after many years of not writing anything.

Book: Shattered Sighs