How Jerry Curl Came About

by
Jamila L.

In the middle of nowhere in the Atlantic Ocean, there lived S Curl. He was a powerful Negro with his own island named "Pigfeet."

He could never do nothing with his hair. That was his bad side. "I shall return, honeycomb" he told his wife Coco.

Coco's hair didn't look good either. Nobody on that island had a style! They were tired of it. Coco and S curl had a baby together named "Jerry." "I'm doing this for the sake of my baby boy. I don't want him to grow up knowing he can't do nothing with his hair. I'm going on a journey in my hooptie yacht.

S curl started sailing north-east hoping to find a hook-up. His hair looked like a big hairy armpit that didn't even move to the ocean's ventilation.

"Oh snaps, there goes a little island!" S curl shouted. He parked his hooptie to the side and saw this weird looking white dude.

"What do you want and who brings you here?" Hermes said, looking at his helpless hair.

"I need a hook-up. Look at my 'fro!"

Out of nowhere, Laquisha, goddess of food, stepped out. Walking with an attitude, she stepped his way and said "the only way you'll get what you want is if you give me what I want...I need pigfeet." S curl left on his hooptie immediately.

On his way to the unknown destination, he heard sirens singing. "Shut up you can't sing! Try to top Patti Labelle!"

On his left he saw an island, an island with a sign on it: The island that gives you what you want if you work. S curl tried to speed up, but he forgot he had a hooptie ride. Finally, he got off his ride, and met the god of wishes and work: Tido.

"What do you want?" he shouted.

"I want some good hair."

"Then get your butt to work!" S curl was working on changing oil of cars they drove in the island. It was hard work alright, but his family was depending on him.

Three days passed by, and S curl was getting tired. "This car is harder than I ever thought," he said. "What the..."

Too late; oil splashed everywhere. "Hey dog, look in the mirror," one of his co-workers said smiling. S curl's hair was curly and dripping! "This hair is tight! I'm about to take this oil home to my family! This is dedicated to my baby boy Jerry! I'm going to call it...Jerry Curl."

S curl was heading back home when the god of showercaps "Lee Roy" yelled "how are you going to protect your 'do? Here's some showercaps so you and your family won't soil your pillows. S curl went back home and his family and friends wore his style. He renamed his island "Drip Drip."

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How Jerry Curl Came About

by Jamila L.

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Jamila L.