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1 A LINGUIST'S FIELD NOTES INTRODUCTION ... - Llacan - CNRS

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near her place. There was no-one there. A secretary asked us to wait. All the medical<br />

personnel had gone out. We waited half an hour for them to return; then we gave up.<br />

Fred then recommended a doctor whose clinic was opposite his shop. The doctor<br />

studied in Germany and had many white patients. We set off for the doctor’s clinic.<br />

Since distances are long in Ibadan and the roads are sometimes crowded by<br />

incomprehensible traffic jams, it was fortunate that the clinic was not far away.<br />

On our arrival at the clinic, we met a secretary who asked us to wait while she went<br />

to call the doctor. The young doctor calmly examined the wound and prescribed<br />

antibiotics to prevent an infection, of the 15cm wound after stitching it. He took<br />

Sunday into a room, closed the door, stitched up the deep wound and gave Sunday a<br />

penicillin injection. The whole procedure lasted more than an hour. Sunday did not say<br />

a word during the whole episode. He came out of the room looking very pale and<br />

sweating profusely, having probably suffered quite a lot without flinching. He told us<br />

later that because the operation took a long time, the initial anaesthesia lost its efficacy<br />

bit by bit. He returned to the clinic regularly for the next two weeks to take his<br />

penicillin injections and to have the bandage changed. His wound healed very well,<br />

and the whole incident is now no more than an unpleasant memory of his first few<br />

weeks at Ibadan.<br />

Our work continued until Christmas. I went back to Paris, Sunday to Gyara, each of<br />

us to see his family. On my return, I waited for Sunday in vain. After some days I<br />

received a letter in which he informed me that he had broken his collarbone while<br />

driving a motorbike in the narrow roads of the hills in his village. He had gone to the<br />

next village, to a bone-setter who took care of fractures. The sick go to stay with him in<br />

his residence until their limbs have returned to their normal form. He practised a<br />

treatment consisting of vigorous and repeated manipulations aimed at reducing the<br />

fractures in the first instance. This was then followed by massages with chicken grease<br />

and tight bandages. The chickens that produced the grease were bought by the patient<br />

and, once the grease was extracted, the rest of the chicken was eaten by the family of<br />

the bone-setter and by the patient.<br />

Sunday came back at the end of two months, his arm held in place by a sling made<br />

of bands of cloth of uncertain colour, impregnated with stale grease, and from which<br />

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