The night Gaye returned from Kebba Kunda he brewed attaya he had bought while on a trip to Senegal. He said this attaya was very good. Fatou Sowe’s Musa asked, “Is it the goat attaya?” Gaye replied that he didn’t know, but it is very sweet. The attaya they brew in Kebba Kunda is not sweet. It’s been a long time since he’s drank attaya because he will not drink the Kebba Kunda attaya—it’s really not good. In Kebba Kunda they will only sell the black attaya. If he brews it himself, he will make it so it is sweet because he will wash it first. But if you do not wash the black kind of attaya, it will be dirty, there will be dirt in your attaya.
Fatou Sowe’s Musa, grabbing the attaya carton: Dad, give me the box.
Gaye: Musa, it’s not finished yet!
Gaye takes the box back.
Later, when the box is empty, I see Musa examining it. It is lime-green and yellow and there is a picture of a deer on the front and back sides. The deer picture looks like clip-art that might be found on the tag to a camouflage jacket, or on the cover to a deer-hunting computer game, one of those ones from the $4.99 bin.
Meanwhile, Gaye and Kairaba are still raving about the goat attaya and lamenting that it can only be bought in Senegal.
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