Black Tax

I believe in UBUNTU (communal living) & I gatekeep nothing. Still, I am not my father. Who tires NOT from the wickedness of mankind… I am Mugenga, Junior. The “I ain’t got time” version.

My wallet has a threshold. I’m not about to support the same person year after year with no progress. Especially bc- HECK IM TRYNNA MAKE IT TOO!!!! Yes, the economies back home are weak and we make more money in America but bruh we spend more too! For example; years ago, I decided to be cheap on an apartment only to wake up one day & find people leaving flowers/notes in the parking lot. As it turns out someone had been murdered, May God receive him. That was the day I decided to never gamble on security again in this America where you can buy Mango & Gun in the same store. So, now I live in rich neighborhoods that don’t quite match my tax bracket but hey, YOLO…

So- Now — Imagine, accepting to look like dark-skin Shrek because you are trying to be a good steward of the money God gave you. You tell yourself: “I cannot spend $300 on hair when so & so’s kids tuition is not paid” only for you to watch the person you “sponsor” always have their hair and nails done. Dearest Community: Based on your perfect Mani-Pedi, I have decided- “Black Tax? I ain’t paying no’ mo’ – Call the IRS!”