During one return visit from the US, to the small West African village, my mother was sighted using a chewing stick to clean her teeth. The next day, an ambitious teen stopped by to make a special request. He desired the “American chewing stick.” Assurances from me that the chewing stick was similar to the ones he used every morning while executing compound tidiness fell on deaf ears. Defeated I gave him one. Thus satisfied, the young man left.