Marc Ona Essangui Campaigning in Gabon

GABON is better known as the LUNGS of AFRICA. Today Marc Ona Essangui has asked us to investigate the Singapore AgriBusiness OLAM and it's legal stand in raping Gabon of 300,000 Hectares of Tropical Rainforest. What will be the impact on the inhabitants - the wildlife and the people? Has the Gabon Government been bought by an International Corporation, mindless of the environmental effects this sort of project will have on the global ecology? Who will protect the FOREST but us? We must STOP THIS PROJECT IMMEDIATELY Until such time as the people of the World are comfortable that the damage will be minimal and all those effected with be compensated. Corrupt 

African Leadership should be yesterday's news. ACT NOW!

Mr. Sunny George Verghese is the MD/CEO of OLAM - HAS HE ALLEGEDLY, BRIBED GABON LEADERS TO STEAL THE LUNGS OF AFRICA? PUT A STOP TO THIS PROJECT.....THE HEALTH OF THE WORLD IS AT STAKE.

We need to investigate: Olam International Limited
9 Temasek Boulevard
#11-02 Suntec Tower 2
Singapore 038989
T: (+65) 6339 4100
F: (+65) 6339 9755
http://olamonline.com/

What safety nets have been put in place to ensure the world will be allowed to breathe for the next generation to come. Reporters, writers, artists and African Lovers let us find out what is happening to the Lungs of Africa. Is the World to suffer from pneumonia purely on the basis of Corporate greed and clumsy selfish business practises? Rubber and Palm trees to be planted in a 300,000 hectare area of vital Tropical Rainforest surely is not in the benefit for the overall good. International Laws must be put into place to protect African Lungs from these kinds of infections..Let us find out more.

Olam

olamonline.com

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Being Invisible

Being Invisible

Invisible, vanish, disappear and again we see
nothing new in all those we gaze upon.
Clearly hidden, disguised and faded.
Once visible now just an evaporated past.
We see plainly, crushed in a can like a peanut,
singing from the inside out. Voices screaming
in the dark shadows of every message heard.
Words sinking, sluggishly down a bloated stomach
from fire-water, poured down a throat of readiness.

Thoughts of a masked Africa, wedged between deaf ears.
Angered by Leaders come traitors. Greedy to find
more ways to exploit, all those they oversee.
In countries so full to the brim with riches, yet
the poor keep struggling. Living without food, whilst
the privileged look on regardless, caring less and less.
Dust eating days, which darken early, whilst they shuffle
in the visible unheard footprints, in the red soil of home.
Blind children playing gently, on paths leading nowhere.

Fascinated in bleeding tears of worried futures, unchecked.
Seeing fallen heroes and heroines, buried in shallow graves.
Lives forgotten by most. All those that never remember the
sights witnessed in fayre grounds of old, now wastelands of new.
The elapsed stretch of nostalgia. Days remembering, better times.
Finally, discovering the sweet taste of shark infested waters.
Bloody pools, with knives running over throats, all waiting to be slit.

Floods of sticky toffee and thick red claret, pouring down the avenue.
Smiling at one another, whilst waiting for the reaper, to once again visit.