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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 inhabitant s - 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 Bou levard #11-02 Sunt...

CONTEMPORARY AFRICA NOW Live for bidding from May 15 to 22 Deadline to consign is May 10 artnet Auctions is pleased to announce its upcoming sale,  Contemporary Africa Now,  which will showcase the work of some of Africa’s most celebrated artists and illustrate the enormous creativity and originality inspired by and coming out of the continent. We are seeking consignments by artists such as El Anatsui, Chris Ofili, William Kentridge, Marlene Dumas, Romuald Hazoumè, Pieter Hugo, Seydou Keïta, Julie Mehretu, Wangechi Mutu, Yinka Shonibare, and Zwelethu Mthethwa. To consign, contact: Heather Russell Senior Specialist, Asian Modern and Contemporary Art Tel. +1–212–497–9700 ext. 692 HRussell@artnet.com To consign, contact: Ben Hanly Senior Specialist, Modern & Contemporary Art Tel. +44 (0)20 7729 0824 BHanly@artnet.com

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, ...