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The man is telling the story like its an urban legend, but they know, it is a familiar one. He doesn't answer. The man sighs deeply. A young woman named Mahlomu meets Mqhele Zulu and they fall in love.

Even though aspects of Mqhele's personality and past make her uncomfortable, Hlomu is happy. Their love is strong and they stand by each other through good and bad. But Mqhele and his seven brothers have a dark and tumultuous past that involves a dead warlord father, mob justice, and lots of unaccounted-for money.

With the majority of black South Africans still living in poverty today, many black middle-class households are connected to working-class or jobless homes. Some believe supporting family members is an undeniable part of African culture and question whether it should even be labelled as a kind of tax. Others point to the financial pressure it places on black students and professionals, who, as a consequence, struggle to build their own wealth. Many feel they are taking over what is essentially a government responsibility.

The contributions also investigate the historical roots of black tax, the concept of the black family and the black middle class. In giving voice to so many different perspectives, Black Tax hopes to start a dialogue on this widespread social phenomenon. Meet the Mafus, a close-knit, traditional family with three daughters.

As leaders of their church, The Kingdom of God, Pastor Abraham and his wife Phumla are guiding the community of Bulawayo in faith, while trying to keep the different branches of their family intact.

Independent and feisty Xoliswa returns home, after a hiatus abroad, hoping for a fresh start and a chance to steer the family business; rebellious Yandisa has met the love of her life and is finally getting her act together; while dutiful newlywed Zandile is slowly becoming disillusioned with her happily ever after.

The Mafus always present a united front, but as their personal lives unravel, devastating secrets are revealed that threaten to tear the family apart.

Did you ask him who he left us with when he disappeared every Sunday to visit you?? Nkosana tries to stand up but I pull him back down. It was not your choice to make! Lwandle stands up too. This is your mother! They all sit down after what felt like a blazing fire!

She beat us, no, she beat me, I let her beat me so she could not get to Mvelo. I never thought the consequences would be that. I was sure we were doing the right thing. We all sit quietly for some time.

We look at each other, probably not. We say nothing. Sbani takes a deep breath. What are your plans? He needs to calm down, he said he would. Why should I stay here? I drop my eyes again. He stands still.

This child! Qhawe moves towards him and they stand facing each other, none of them wants to back down. He sits after what seems like a century. So what if she made bad decisions?

Did we not all raise you and care for you? So what now? And where on earth is Nkosana? He walks in. I look at him, he is staring ahead. I stand up and walk out. I hold on to the rails as I climb the stairs, if I let go now I will fall. I run to the bedroom, the door is wide open, I close it and throw myself on the bed. This is not happening! Why did I come back here?

I should have killed myself the first night I slept in that prison cell! I should never have come back to this place! This family! This man! I should have married Gwaza!! I should have stayed at home and never come to Joburg to look for him!

I should have listened to my mother!!! I stand still. The bedroom is in tatters, the side lamps are broken on the floor, the clothes from the closets are all over the bedroom, the picture frames are broken and the curtains pulled down. What did I do? I never sweat. I wish I could cry, I wish I could. He looks down. How am I going to look them in the eye through all this? He locks the bedroom door behind us when we we walk back. Judging by the look on their faces, not much has changed. I sit down, Nkosana sits next to me and puts his hand over mine.

I had left home to look for your father after I found out he was here in Joburg. We were both young and struggling financially and we had no plan but when we found out I was pregnant we were both happy.

Your father wanted to do the right thing so we agreed that I should go home and tell my parents. I knew it was going to be difficult but I was hoping that in the end they would understand. But when I got there………. They both just sitting there staring at me. Qhawe is on the single couch next to them. They sit quietly. They must know this. You were never a mother to us and….. Qhawe is pulling him back! Lwandle is pushing Nkosana off his brother!

Nkosana slowly gets off Sbani who is crouched on the couch with his arms over his face. Lwandle moves away too. They all return to their seats eventually. Lwandle is crying. I stuck and iron hanger in her neck and watched blood gushing out of her. I stood over her, watching and counting each breath she took until the last one! She never took her eyes off me and I never took mine off hers until the last bit of her disappeared!

It felt peaceful, I felt free, it was all over at last!! I walk to stand infront of them, very close to them. She spoke a lot about her two children and how both their fathers left the day she told them she was pregnant. She was so positive about life, I think my friendship with her is part of what kept me going because she never lost hope, no matter what.

Her story was almost similar to mine, bad childhood, bad parents. She too never believed I would ever get out of jail but she was happy when I did. Sometimes I wished she would meet and maybe fall in-love with Nkosana so she could be a mother to my children, but that was just me lying to myself, I could never let go of Nkosana or allow him to love another woman, not even if I tried.

I might as well go take a bath and go downstairs. Something is……. The bathroom too. Now, Nkosana was always a romantic and very loving, to me, but this I could never have expected from him. I put them both on the toilet seat and run a bubble bath. Maybe I should try that shower one of these days, he never uses the bathtub, he always uses the shower which is big enough for about ten people. I could never join him in there, anything that reminds me of prison I would rather avoid.

How and when did she get here? I forgot people work. When did you get here? I did say these people are too comfortable in this house. She moves very comfortably in the kitchen, it looks like her kind of thing, she is after all the mothering and problem solving type. The food looks nice, bacon and eggs and a croissant and grated white cheese. I say nothing. She gives up after a few seconds and starts talking again.

They were not prepared for this, nobody prepared them. You know, talk about things and try to find a way forward. She talks a lot of sense I must say. She gives me no reaction.

That was a quick change of atmosphere. And she must start making some effort in the way she dresses, those tight jeans and tight t-shirt and a scarf with pumps are not exactly appealing.

But it will have to do for today. Where are you going? He laughs and walks on to dish himself some food. I sense that Mpande is a little well-behaved around Hlomu. I think he regards her as a mother or big sister. Errrrr hell no! We keep quiet. He shrugs. Why was he here again? Hlomu is as confused as I am. I go upstairs to fetch my handbag. She notices me looking around when we are inside. I will exercise my right to remain silent on that. Oh that.

But what can I say? I put them on. I think I bought enough clothes the other day but I guess this is what my life is going to be like now. I might as well get with the programme. People are looking at us here, some even stop and stare when we walk past them. Do you know that he wears a size twice his age. Not even a hello? She has no idea. This is the one thing we used to fight about with Nkosana, him wanting to control what I do and when I do it.

Does she really care about that? She smiles and shrugs and pulls me to the next shop we see. Someone rushes to us again. Her phone beeps. She reads a message and smiles to herself. She already has a pile of things over her arm. The whole store becomes quiet.

They stand and stare at each other before the lady walks off and straight to the door and out the store. She suddenly looks angry. She goes straight to the paying-tills after this. I guess this is the end of out shopping trip. She leads me to a restaurant. We are seated and fussed over the moment we arrive. She orders a glass of wine, let me not jump into conclusions. I want steak but let me order a salad too. I heard she was only 23 when she got married, I was about that age too when I almost got married.

I had two children already. She must be really something special because Mqhele is……. She puts the glass down and looks at me. She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip from her glass again. I nod reluctantly. I just studied in jail because I could but I never thought it could be of any use.

And can I really be a lawyer with a criminal record? I used to be a journalist. My plan was to make it big with my career but then….. Infact, he will help you out. Her salad is just leaves and olives, atleast mine has some chicken strips. Shop and have lunches and…. She puts her fork down and sits with her arms folded. Did you know her? She gives me a disapproving look.

But, who is Nokzola? They both pull chairs from another table and join us on ours. This is rather strange. Hlomu looks at me. I hear a sound of chairs moving. There are men standing up from different tables. No no no, have we just been insulted by some strangers? And she wants us to leave? Were you referring to us? There are about five men surrounding us. The whole restaurant staff is standing and watching. Who are they again? Hlomu takes my handbag and pulls me by arm all the way to the door.

You just walk away? I will never let anyone talk shit like that to me, I know how to fight for myself. She starts the car and drives off. What does she mean? We are not exactly famous for good things, and stuff like this makes it worse. So we have to sacrifice ourselves? This life is definitely not for me.

Her phone rings. It goes on speaker. She signals with her eyes that I should speak. Not true. Did that guy hurt you? Did something happen to you?

Who told him? What is going on here? The phone rings again. Urgh, why does he sound so angry? Both of you! Another call, I guess the whole family will be calling. A video? What restaurant was this..? She takes a deep breath and continues driving. She seems too worried about all this. She takes a deep breath before opening the car door.

I take it we are in trouble. We find him standing in the kitchen, rage all over his face. I expect Hlomu to start explaining but she keeps quiet. His eyes are on me. So is Hlomu. He pulls out a Heineken from the fridge, opens it and drinks half of it at once. He looks at her and then at me.

We are all still standing in the kitchen. People are going to start digging and everything is going to be out in the open. His phone keeps ringing, he ignores it. Hlomu comes back. His phone rings. He answers it this time. They could have done anything to them while you sat there stuffing your faces with my money. We pay you to protect our wives not……….

Hlomu is as confused as I am by this phone call. Oh God! What have I done? It was not supposed to be like this, not barely a week after I came home! How could I do this to Nkosana? My kids? I could slap this bitch right now! That phone call says so. Why are they even here? To judge me? I know these men, I knew them when they had nothing, when they were really bad and brutal and had no reputation to worry about.

What does that even mean? She has no idea how bad this is. They say schools closed for Easter holidays last week so the kids are all in one place. I was confused because I mean, they have bedrooms in their own homes. But he said they have seven homes and told me to not be surprised if one day they all just come in here house running with backpacks.

I point her to the fridge. Gugu shakes her head. They walk in just before it gets dark. Nkosana, Mqhele and Nqoba. Hlomu thought it was important.

We sat and watched her cook. Mqhele walks straight to her, puts his arm around her waist and kisses her forehead before walking on.

I was looking forward to attending that wedding. Nkosana was so broken. All I got from Nkosana was an acknowledging look. There have been no smiles or talking. All is done in silence. This is a totally different scene from what I saw when everyone was here just the other day.

Is this the other side of this life? When the food is taken to them the three of us remain in the kitchen. We are not even eating. Where could he be? And where do I start looking for him in this enormous house? I switch the light on and my eyes meet his. His shirt is unbuttoned and he has a white vest underneath. What is this room? I walk to stand infront of him. I have nowhere to sit, this floor seems very cold. I notice there are chains just at the end of the legs of this chair.

It also seems to be nailed to the floor. I really am sorry now. He clears his throat and stands up. I follow him. He locks it from the outside and pulls me by hand to our bedroom. I bathe quickly and leave him in the bathroom, still in the shower. I put on pyjamas and run downstairs to switch off the lights. The doors are all locked. The Zulu brothers are rich, handsome, powerful and dangerous. They eventually become one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in Johannesburg - but the inherent danger remains.

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Others point to the financial pressure it places on black students and professionals, who, as a consequence, struggle to build their own wealth. Many feel they are taking over what is essentially a government responsibility. The contributions also investigate the historical roots of black tax, the concept of the black family and the black middle class. In giving voice to so many different perspectives, Black Tax hopes to start a dialogue on this widespread social phenomenon.

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