After the death of Moe Jackson, Robert Freeman’s (Huey’s grandfather, usually referred to as granddad by Huey and Riley,) former friend, he was forced to attend a funeral for him, albeit, reluctantly. The Freemans didn’t always live in Woodcrest, you knew that. Though, what you didn’t know was that they were originally from the south coast of Chicago, which admittedly, you found it logical. (Considering how Riley and Huey act.) You were allowed to go with them to the funeral, since your parents were going to be gone for a few days.

You had heard about Cairo from Huey sometimes. Cairo was Huey’s best friend, key-word, was. You had walked with Huey and Riley to meet Cairo, however, you stayed behind them and watched. There was this other person, you never heard of them.

“Yo, Cairo!” Huey greeted stoically, Riley spoke up aswell, “so, what’s up?” “What’s up?” The one with Cairo echoed, “struggle is up, brother- Oppression is up, brother. Salami, eggs and bacon. My name is Dewey, "Obababa-ooo, Mamma-say, Mamma-sah, Mamma-ma-cu-sah"..” Dewey paused, “..Jenkins.” He said it himself, though it was.. Well confusing. “N**ga, what?” Riley exclaimed, he was just as confused as you were.

Dewey was.. Well, a character to say the least. You thought he was a punk. “So, brother, where yo poems at?” He questioned, leading to Huey letting out a small, ‘huh?’ Out of confusion before Dewey cut him off again. “How you gon’ call yourself a revolutionary, and you ain’t got no poems?”

Basically, he was just.. questioning why Huey wasn’t a stereotype. Which, Cairo just stood there and allowed happen. Huey was confused, while Riley’s mouth was agape and stunned.