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Saturday Night Fever


by The Urban Blabbermouth
Once upon a Midnight, before he became the Disco Dance King of Brooklyn, Tony Manero was in his bedroom creating his new dance routine when he cried out, “I can’t, I can’t. I wish I could but I can't. I wish I could dance like a black man.”

A bright light clouded in smoke exploded in Tony's bedroom. A Black Man stood in there. A deep gravely voice rumbled out of the smoke, "Hello Tony."

The Black Man dressed in an outlandish outfit, a rose colored leisure suit, a light red Hawaiian shirt with large white flowers imprinted all over, and red platform shoes only to be outdone by the blood red top hat perched on his head.

"Who are you?" asked a surprised Tony.

"Tony, my darling boy, I am called Baron Samedi," said the Black Man, as he, top hat now in hand, bowed and swung his arms out in an welcoming manner. "I am here to help you with your dancing."

It may seem strange that an African …