Medical Journal of Therapeutics Africa was first published in January 2007 as a stand-alone pdf 3 times a year, as a medium for showcasing medical writing talents of working medical writers.
Health concerns in Africa and African communities were the focus of the journal because positive stories about African professionals are rarely seen in European and American presses.
The journal continues as MJoTA, and is used as the reference for articles, and web-pages throughout the 5 websites published by Emerald Pademelon Press LLC, a New Jersey for-profit. The Medical Writing Institute is a New Jersey non-profit company.
Pages on other MJoTA sites
Peaceful accountability in Philadelphia click here
Greater Lakes Womens Refugee Association in Zambia click here
Traditional therapies click here
The case for diabetes educators click here
The journey of every new drug in Nigeria click here
Pharmaceutical manufacturers in Kenya click here
The Clean Shop takes Dr Susanna to Johannesburg Airport click here
Love Me, Barbados click here
Overweight people are hungry for nutrients, not food click here
First, because we all came from Africa: recently, a few years ago, a few centuries ago, a few millennia ago… we all came from Africa.
Second, because Africa is the largest continent of 53 nations (depending on how you count) with the greatest diversity of humans, plant and animal life, landscapes, sea and lake frontage.
Third, because the whole world trades with African countries. Global pharmaceutical companies in the United States, China, India, South Africa make drugs for East Africa and West Africa. The United States, Asia and Europe take African plants and make drugs from them.
We all came from Africa, and Africa continues to heal us, nurture us.
But why Africa? I was on a pilgrimage to London, to find out more about Florence Nightingale, and on my walk back from the Florence Nightingale Museum in Thomas’ Hospital (where my parents met as young physicians when bombs were falling), I walked through Westminster. And exactly when I saw the statue of Florence Nightingale I became aware of what UK had done to Africa, and Africans. I could suddenly smell blood coming out of the bricks of the buildings, could feel the pain of being kidnapped and being stripped of all human rights for 500 years. I started sobbing.
That experience shaped everything I have done since, forgive me for all my failures, all my missteps, false roads I have followed. I have tried, am trying. May you all be blessed.
Why Africa? SJ Dodgson MJoTA 2017 v10n1p0624
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