By Loveth Arikanki
One, two, pick the afro,
Three, four, let the coils grow.
Five, six, keep them twist,
Seven, eight, comb them straight.
Nine, ten, it’s a high puff crown,
Eleven, twelve, then smooth locs down.
Thirteen, fourteen, braids in tight,
Fifteen, sixteen, knots it right.
Seventeen, eighteen, cornrows sleek,
Nineteen, twenty, a peng black girl.
Editor’s note: This was a piece originally published by Queen’s Hall Press on World Afro Day
