best time to find out your man doesn’t have much money is when you go on a weekend away with his boys and their girlfriends

men with money give girls money to groom and look nice for trips.

a couple will rock up late & the girl will mention it was cause she was still prepping for the trip. you’re there in your old braids and faded blackish leggings listening to how babes couldn’t pick a wig

it’s morning. the guys with money are suggesting that we all go out for breakfast and your man isn’t taking part in the conversation. he doesn’t want to take ownership in case he to pay for the bill

you ultimately agree to go out for breakfast. the girls with rich men are in new clothes and have ligh hearted conversations about the recent zara sale, etc. you’re in your mr price apparel. saying nothing

time to refill our alcohol stash. the rich niggers let their girlfriends go to the bottle store with them and have them pick whatever they want. your man tells you to stay in the car and comes back with one little bottle of gin and exactly 6 cans of tonic

you spend the entire weekend in awe of how well taken care of the other girls are. you don’t even want to get ontop anymore. for enge when thandeka’s man bought her a new wig & paid for her sorbet visit & all you did was buy me water and a pack of diddle daddles on our way here?

sunday morning comes. you’re relieved that the weekend is over. you’re all packed and your man says he’s tired and wants to drive straight home. final nail in the coffin because palesa just told you she’s having brunch with her’s at a local restaurant before they start driving

in conclusion. the niggers with money get the biggest bedrooms in the holiday house. there’s no other explanation why you’re in the tiny room with no view downstairs. best thing you can do for yourself is not have to find out at the trip