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    "id": 193566,
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    "speaker_name": "Mr. Wamalwa",
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        "id": 148,
        "legal_name": "Eugene Ludovic Wamalwa",
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    "content": "Thank you, Mr. Speaker, Sir. I wish to support the Motion of Adjournment. The nation is in shock and mourning. As we rose yesterday, the news came to us and we were all in shock. I learnt of the death of Ms. Laboso and Mr. Kones from my sister Gloria Wamalwa. Gloria was Ms. Laboso's friend. She runs a salon in town where Ms. Laboso used to do her hair. Gloria was expecting Ms. Laboso to do her hair this afternoon. When the news came, she and all the ladies in her salon were in shock because they expected Ms. Laboso today. The Swahili people say, ajali haina kinga . However, whatever happened has shocked all of us. We wish to pray for these families. In honour of our departed colleagues, we should adjourn and join the families and the nation in mourning. I knew Ms. Laboso before we came to this House. We belong to a group of professionals that used to meet and discuss ideas on socio-political and economic matters of this country. I knew Mr. Kones through my late brother. They served in this House together. However, Ms. Laboso was a fried who had a lot of courage and a burning ambition to serve and help her people of Sotik Constituency. She reminded me of a poem once written by an American poet about the Statue of Liberty. The poem says in part:- \"Above the Statue of Liberty the lady that stands, she is not like the Greek gods of Greek fame. With giant limbs she leaves astride from land to land; here at our sea- washed sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning and her name, mother of exiles. She says: Give me your poor, give me your tired, give me this, your utmost tempest trust.\" That is all that Ms. Laboso sought for her people of Sotik. May God bless her soul."
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