African Parents & Money.

We hear a lot of horror stories surrounding African families and money. The abuse, the using, etc. Here is my story…

On one hand, we have a dad, who is a literal angel. I just woke to see money in my account. The man paid me a three digit “service fee” because I helped him book a flight. In turn, yesterday, he also woke to see his monthly “Daddy Salary”. Money has always flown freely and generously without counting between him and us. Not because we have a lot of it but because there is unequivocal mutual love and respect.

On the other hand, as in every African family, we have some human leeches that have benefited from free rent and other handouts for literal DECADES. This year, Babaayyy, there is a new sheriff in town! My style of landlording: Less words, more digits. PAY UP SIR & MADAM.

NB: This isn’t about money; things are tough for everyone in this economy, (except for Sugar Babies & Heirs). But let us have a bit of shame, an inch of decency…