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Touched and Changed: Self-Reflexivity and Reciprocity in Fieldwork

Touched and Changed: Self-Reflexivity and Reciprocity in Fieldwork first word Touched and Changed Self-Reflexivity and Reciprocity in Fieldwork Jordan A. Fenton REMEMBERING MY ADOPTIVE FATHER As I stood with a tumbler filled with gin in my right hand, heightened nerves and trepidation overcame me. I was standing in front of the final burial and resting place of my Nigerian adoptive father. It was summer of 2022—the first time I was able to travel to Calabar and see my adoptive family since his passing in 2020. COVID was of course to blame, as it prevented me from traveling. Prior to this, I fondly recall phone calls (and bothers embraced me, smiled, and were 1 Author after his initiation into Nnabo with Qua-Ejagham Nnabo President Iso Edim (left) of messaging via WhatsApp) from my home in content. After, we sat in the room beside my the Nka Anim Inyang faction (Ediba) and fellow Ohio (USA) with my adoptive mother and adoptive father’s resting place chatting and Nnabo members. 2009. the rest of the family about his passing. Yet catching up about the things that make one Photo: Essien Eyo Effiong even with my amplie fi d anxiety as I stood whole. At that moment I was so grateful to http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png African Arts MIT Press

Touched and Changed: Self-Reflexivity and Reciprocity in Fieldwork

African Arts , Volume 56 (2): 9 – Jun 1, 2023

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MIT Press
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© 2023 by the Regents of the University of California
ISSN
0001-9933
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1937-2108
DOI
10.1162/afar_a_00705
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Abstract

first word Touched and Changed Self-Reflexivity and Reciprocity in Fieldwork Jordan A. Fenton REMEMBERING MY ADOPTIVE FATHER As I stood with a tumbler filled with gin in my right hand, heightened nerves and trepidation overcame me. I was standing in front of the final burial and resting place of my Nigerian adoptive father. It was summer of 2022—the first time I was able to travel to Calabar and see my adoptive family since his passing in 2020. COVID was of course to blame, as it prevented me from traveling. Prior to this, I fondly recall phone calls (and bothers embraced me, smiled, and were 1 Author after his initiation into Nnabo with Qua-Ejagham Nnabo President Iso Edim (left) of messaging via WhatsApp) from my home in content. After, we sat in the room beside my the Nka Anim Inyang faction (Ediba) and fellow Ohio (USA) with my adoptive mother and adoptive father’s resting place chatting and Nnabo members. 2009. the rest of the family about his passing. Yet catching up about the things that make one Photo: Essien Eyo Effiong even with my amplie fi d anxiety as I stood whole. At that moment I was so grateful to

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African ArtsMIT Press

Published: Jun 1, 2023

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