Moustapha Dieng is the second Baye Fall brother I met in Senegal, after my interpreter and guide, Tafsir Diop (he referred to Moustapha as Moumtala). Moumtala has an open-air âantique artâ shop (MusĂ©e de Kermel en Pleine Air) in one of the Dakar markets close to the DAKâART 2014 offices. Tafsir and Moumtala thought our meeting would be about buying something but the honorable ways of Baye Fall brothers (and my vibe) inspired someone to say âget him some teaâ (in Wolof and English). And I sat down in front of Moumtala as tea was brought to me, the âAmericanâ: no charge (I have a very strong feeling that I bought one of Moumtalaâs bogolan mud cloth handbagsâfor my daughterâout of Tafsirâs backpack a day before our meeting). Moumtala and I exchanged pleasantries like the aging African men Iâve seen in Gaston KaborĂ© films and then I became aware of the teaâŠ
The tea was sweet with an acidic edge. It was served to me in a shot glass. I do not know what it is called (I think it is called attaya) but it tasted great! Rita Bianchilli writes about what I assume is the same tea I had and details:
As we handed him the glasses, he said: âThe first glass represents life, so you drink bitterâ. With respect sacred took in his hands the glass and sipping it, I tried to understand, fully, the meaning of this ancient riteâŠwords continued to flow when it came second glass: âThis glass is the love and as such should be strong and slightly sweetened,â he said. [translated by Google]
According to eatyourworld.com:
If you are not invited in by a local for attaya, you will likely encounter this drink in Dakar on the street, where youâll receive just one tiny but potent cup of tea.
âŠwhich is exactly what happened to me!