Today’s #TBT pictures were sent in by @_bimbee_

and @Bk_Freak

"The prize-winning image: A vulture watches a starving child in southern Sudan, March 1, 1993. Carter’s 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 was part of a group of four fearless photojournalists known as the “Bang Bang Club” who traveled throughout South Africa capturing the atrocities committed during apartheid. Haunted by the horrific images from Sudan, Carter committed suicide in 1994 soon after receiving the award.”

“The prize-winning image: A vulture watches a starving child in southern Sudan, March 1, 1993.
Carter’s 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 was part of a group of four fearless photojournalists known as the “Bang Bang Club” who traveled throughout South Africa capturing the atrocities committed during apartheid.
Haunted by the horrific images from Sudan, Carter committed suicide in 1994 soon after receiving the award.”

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An African Child's definition of being Coloured.

An African Child’s definition of being Coloured.

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The Race I Run

I find myself on a track, but it’s just me
on the ground, my left knee
hands behind a white line
there’s a crowd, but no one’s cheering

*BOOM*

My heart’s pounding, pulse pumping
my feet moving… I’m running
now i hear chattering
I see faces, some i know, others i don’t
but they all sit there, watching.

is the wind speaking?
I hear it clearly now, reverberating,
will he finish, he will finish, he can’t finish
but i have to, well, their qualm to tarnish

Now i see hurdles, here and there
i scale here, stumble there
my clothes in tatters, all i hid now laid bare
i need Your help i whispered, my eyes tear

Now, He’s here…

I feel Him ahead, my sides and rear
I’m still running, this time, without fear
hurdles that used to interfere,
suddenly begin to disappear.
This race, i shall finish and finish well
for the end is near.

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What type of race are you running ?.. When you fall, do you get back up or lay there lamenting ?
Do you listen to what people have to say? Do you really need that crowd ? Do you run only when people are looking ?

Ask yourself.

Remember, He’s always there, all you have to do sometimes is whisper.

As we run in 2012, let’s run with Him.

But then, this is what iThink, what do iKnow ?