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After so many months of battle and sacrifice, the arduous journey was finally over. Lindiwe had arrived. In the town’s short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few could have withstood the rape, cravings and hardship. Couple of would have voluntarily paid so much from so little savings to make a home in the fifty year old English New Town.

Desperation had driven Lindiwe to extreme measures, as it had her fellow migrants who ‘d likewise survived the journey.

Lindiwe hadn’t seen the stops on her trip as a tourist might, although there were couple of European tourists who would venture into sub-Saharan Africa these days. And from what Lindiwe had heard about these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonely death while she waited for a choice from the many federal government companies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the duty for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Nobody would want to be burdened with such responsibility when there were many other more immediate needs to deal with.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to deal with illegal immigrants with any more kindness than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her existence had actually been discovered by an authorities at any point on her voyage. There were the weeks and, in the run-down neighborhoods of Cairo, the months of working for extremely little pay and a terrific deal of spoken and physical abuse in professions that were far more menial than her post-graduate degree and expert training had ever prepared her for.

Here in the Kingdom of England, there might be a chance to make good the credentials that were surplus to requirements in Maseru. Lindiwe had high expect Ashton Lovelock. Despite the crumbling decay of the hastily-built house she was staying in, it was a relatively young town with energy-efficient housing, substantial parking spaces, and an abundance of windmills and photovoltaic panels.

The reality was that Ashton Lovelock was a genuine paradise compared to her initial home in Africa. The years of African famine had not decreased overall population numbers by quite. Maseru still housed a population far greater than its facilities might support. The cops were futile against the criminal gangs that made it dangerous to venture out whether at day or night. The few available jobs paid very poorly if they ever paid at all. Homes and offices were collapsing from overlook. Queues of starving individuals wound through the high streets for the few products the criminal gangs allowed to arrive in the shops. Just a fortunate couple of were ever rewarded for their patience.

This undoubtedly left a vacuum that was now being filled by the most current wave of immigrants: of which Lindiwe was one. She was just one of numerous. Numerous came from Africa, at least as many from the Middle East and Asia, and, inevitably, refugees from the racially intolerant Republic of North America.

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Aparo shared the very same single mattress with Lindiwe in a room that had once been a loft extension. Apara and Lindiwe shared the mattress in the daytime hours.

” There are no jobs at KFC-McDonalds,” stated Aparo, describing the franchise where she worked. “You’re simply going to have to look for work somewhere else.”

Lindiwe’s heart sank. She could not sleep on the bed mattress in the evening since Mr and Mrs Martin would be there and there weren’t many locations open at night where she might wish to discover work. This meant that her pursuit of employment would likewise indicate going without sleep.

Bored and bleary-eyed, after a night invested in the vicinity of the bus depot in the company of others with absolutely nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely roamed the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for an employment opportunity. Not that there were numerous locations to visit in the town centre. The owner of KFC-McDonalds, herself a South African immigrant, was sympathetic but pointed out that there was a long waiting list of equally desperate prospects.

Lindiwe quickly realised that there were no tasks for her in Ashton Lovelock at all. The immigrant community had actually already taken all the available low-paid opportunities. And this was much to the obvious distaste of native English people, much of whom openly ridiculed Lindiwe with unsubtle suggestions of the unethical practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

The ever-widening radius of her task search eventually incorporated a business estate on the perimeter of Swindon where Lindiwe, at last, gained a position but as absolutely nothing more requiring than a nightshift cleaning-woman. Although this position required a costly two-hour commute by bus followed by a half-hour walk it was still better than needing to invest the whole night avoiding the couple sleeping on her daytime bed mattress.

Her main tasks mostly involved changing on and switching off the different cleansing machines and robots. Nevertheless, it wasn’t long up until Lindiwe discovered that cleaning wasn’t everything she was anticipated to do, although it wasn’t written into her conditions of employment (which, in any case, were completely verbal and agreed with a handshake).

Throughout the first week that Lindiwe worked at the George Monbiot eco-business park, she became mindful of the presence of rooms that were out of bounds to her and the other night-time operatives. This was odd since the only individuals supposed to be working at the workplaces so late at night were security guards and technical operatives.

It soon ended up being evident what was occurring when Lindiwe bumped into any of the individuals who ‘d been staying in a locked room. Lindiwe also saw the smell of sex that was remaining on their person.

” I like all the staff to chip in,” Lindiwe’s manager discussed as he handed her the meagre rewards for her very first week’s work. He was a slender dark-skinned male with a turban and a West Midlands accent. He was an exile who ‘d returned home after the change of federal government. “The advantages are extra pay. I can’t assure a fortune however pointers can make a difference.”

” Why do not individuals go to brothels and massage parlours?” asked Lindiwe, who comprehended that her continued work was likely conditional on her accepting this extra work.

” The change of federal government produced numerous good chances,” Mr Singh said with a sigh, “otherwise I wouldn’t be here, obviously. However one procedure the brand-new federal government likewise introduced was to close the illicit sex establishments that were an unofficial sanctuary for the immigrant women who ‘d remained on in the nation, in spite of the constant pressure to leave. This operation is similar to numerous others you’ll find all over this nation. It’s a way for the Business Park’s property managers to utilize empty rooms in offices that would otherwise be decommissioned and for the punters to get what they want.”

And what they wanted was something Lindiwe now had to provide about two times a week in one of the several out-of-bound workplaces. There was a steady stream of clients who came to take pleasure in the economical satisfaction that immigrant labour was now supplying: their appetites whetted by the VR dreams they could enjoy in the convenience of their own houses.

For Lindiwe, this provided no enjoyment at all up until she squeezed into the office shower with the other nightshift cleaners to spray off the semen, urine and other bodily fluids that the clients believed was an essential part of love-making but during which experience the vaginal penetration was probably the least distasteful part.

In the town’s brief history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. And from what Lindiwe had actually heard about these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonesome death while she waited for a choice from the lots of federal government companies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the responsibility for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to deal with unlawful immigrants with any more kindness than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her presence had been found by an authorities at any point on her voyage. Bored and bleary-eyed, after a night invested in the area of the bus depot in the business of others with nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely wandered the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for a work chance. And this was much to the obvious distaste of native English residents, many of whom openly taunted Lindiwe with unsubtle reminders of the unethical practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

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