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A Boy with No Anus by Jun Xu, December 2024 Africa Cries Out Report 022

2024-12-22

A Life Was BornRecent photo of El HajiOn December 25, 2023, a little life was born in Fatige, a remote leprosy village in Senegal. Farin Drameh welcomed his second son with joy. The child’s eyes were big and round, and his cry was like an eagle in the wilderness of Senegal. He named this beau

An Award for the Obstetrics and Gynecology Clinic of the “Africa Cries Out” Base Hospital by Jun Xu, October 21, 2024, Africa Cries Out Report 020

2024-11-30

Recently, the Obstetrics and Gynecology clinic of the “Africa Cries Out” Base Hospital was given two awards. Our midwife, Elizabeth Tine, was given the “Excellent Obstetrics and Gynecology Midwife” certificate issued by the community. She is an enthusiastic and responsible medical staff. She tre

Good News: The “Africa Cries Out” Technical School has 200 Graduates! by Jun Xu 9/19/24 African Cries Out Report 2024-019

2024-10-08

Since ancient times, parents have emphasized on their children the value of good education, hence they encourage their children to study hard, hoping to help them change their fate and live a better life. There are many stories such as “Mother Meng’s Multiple Relocations”, and there are also clas

She emerged from the fog of destruction and fell in love with Africa - from Manhattan models to African missionaries

2018-01-26

玛丽娜和徐俊医生2017年4月初在达卡,塞内加尔首都 《境界》独立出品【见证】 文| 徐俊 这些照片里,你看到一个清醒快乐的灵魂,没有一丝痛苦。曾是名模、画家的玛丽娜的精神状态发生彻底改变,她从忧郁、自怜、毒品和女同的毁灭迷雾中走了出来,

African children's tearful plea

2017-10-17

Dr. Xu Jun is with the childI have been volunteering to practice medicine in West Africa multiple times since 2013. In the depths of Senegal, I have witnessed many poor children begging on the streets while our children were still in their parents' arms; I also saw them picking up our discarded

The Fall of Senegal's Glorious Sun - One of Dr. Xu Jun's 2017 African Memoirs

2017-06-10

In March 2017, I went on my fourth service trip to Senegal, West Africa. During the 500-mile bumpy mountain road to a leprosy village, Dr. Faye and I talked endlessly on the bus. Maybe because of our career as physicians, we were not afraid of discussing life and death. During this lively conversati