This is Carter's famous winning photo shows a heart-breaking scene of a starving child collapsed on the ground, struggling to get to a food center during a famine in the Sudan in 1993. In the background, a vulture stalks the emaciated child.Carter committed suicide dayz after recieving the prize out of remorse that he could not save the baby .
Africa still suffers as we watch on.
THE LAST DAY
It was the last day,
as i set forth in deep anguish
who pushed me i didnt know,
but the force was great
the setting sun simmering in the red water
making my dark shadow longer,
as i tried to run from darkness,
through the dark gullies,
from the minotaur's den into freedom,
freedom from myself,
the darkness within..
the sadness within..
into the glorious daylight..
or something more brighter..
but oh! what wud cleanse the dark within .
It was the last day,
as the clouds poured acid ,
i was burning allover,
the fire widin stronger dan ever,
sum scenes flashed by..
the moments of eternity
the sacred moments of pleasure,
blood running down my eyes ..
such a speechless face..
dat every word i mumbled was wild roar...
the senses were dead..
as far noises became flatter..
It was the last day,
the world looking deadly as neva before
all those pitcher plants and cactuses in the garden
the small dragons wid bright red and blue colours flyin by..
the green drops from heaven turning red on my touch.
as the ghastly earth blew hot air in my face wid every drop
the first rain had such a stinky smell...
where was i...
oh the first smell of rain..
could i remember it..oh! ..has it changed..
those beautiful dayz with my pals
as we jumped in puddles ..
clay all over us..
oh i never washed it off..
i m so covered with the thick layers..
the sweet girl in the camp..
who asked such pretty questions..
such innocence in her deep small eyes..
is it lost...
those small daffodils she collected fr me
she used to give one fr ea ch answer,
where is she gone...
It was the last day,
as i walk away..am i being selfish...
am i running away from duty..
the small girl still stands with the toddler in her arms..
the most horrendous nudity..
skin over god's framework..the architect..
as she waits for the food that would never come...
should i complain...to whom...to governments.. to people..or HIM
could he not grow extra bread for these little hearts..
how does HE see them dyin..
the other day..i recieved a letter..
my mom was ill....
my heart cries for these foodless creatures....
they cant even kill...they cant even walk...
eyes deep into the sockets..bald heads..protruding skeletons and enamels
was i moving to daylight..leaving suffering behind......
the satisfaction of well fed stomachs..can i feel it again..
the pleasure of sharing my food wid the hungry baby..
am i a selfish dark creature...
am i lying to myself....
but i should go..or i would go. SHE is ill..SHE made me...can i leave HER alone...
It was the last day..
still those creatures haunt me..
i pray for dem ..the most i can do..
still dey ask for food...
i cant give dem..i cant return..
GOD forgive me...
now my life seems to be the last day...
i wait for daylight,for water to wash off the clay,the sins.
