Meeting Traditional Healers

  • Sam Fehrsen

Abstract

They came singing, snaking their way along a hillside overlooking the sca. The venue in which we were waiting overlooked the small bay. The colourful rhythmic procession came nearer. The leader and other qualified healers in full "academic regalia", the novices in white and the "applicants" and patients in what-have-you. The whole medical school and hospital on its way to meet us.
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