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After numerous months of battle and sacrifice, the tough journey was finally over. Lindiwe had gotten here. In the town’s short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Couple of could have endured the cravings, rape and adversity. Few would have willingly paid a lot from so little savings to make a home in the fifty years of age English New Town.

However desperation had driven Lindiwe to severe procedures, as it had her fellow migrants who ‘d also survived the journey.

Lindiwe hadn’t viewed the stops on her trip as a traveler might, although there were few European travelers who would venture into sub-Saharan Africa nowadays. What she saw of the countless miles between Southern Africa and Northern Europe wasn’t through the round windows of an aeroplane soaring above the clouds and spotting ahead of a trail of excessively pricey fossil fuel. She saw no airports and most absolutely no passport controllers. Had she satisfied even one in between Lesotho and London, she ‘d have been unceremoniously bundled away in the back of a migration paddy wagon either to be discarded back in her country of origin or detained in one of the numerous refugee camps that lined the coasts of North Africa. And from what Lindiwe had actually found out about these camps, her probably fate there would be a lonely death while she awaited a decision from the many government agencies and personal charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the obligation for feeding the countless desperate souls in their care.

Nobody would want to be burdened with such obligation when there were many other more immediate requirements to attend to.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to treat illegal immigrants with anymore compassion than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her existence had actually been discovered by an official at any point on her voyage. And when she had been obliged to declare her presence, well…

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There had been numerous times when she ‘d needed to use her body as currency to keep her and her companions safe. This had been the case from the very start of her journey when she ‘d needed to sacrifice her virginity just to secure an exit visa from the United States of South Africa. There were the weeks and, in the shanty towns of Cairo, the months of working for really little pay and a lot of verbal and physical abuse in professions that were much more menial than her post-graduate degree and expert training had actually 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 wish for Ashton Lovelock. In spite of the falling apart decay of the hastily-built home she was staying in, it was a fairly young town with energy-efficient real estate, extensive parking spaces, and an abundance of windmills and photovoltaic panels.

The reality was that Ashton Lovelock was a veritable paradise compared to her original home in Africa. The years of African starvation had not lowered general population numbers by extremely much. The couple of readily available tasks paid extremely badly if they ever paid at all.

Ashton Lovelock, on the other hand, was a town of owner-occupation that had now become an area of squats as the variety of those who could afford to purchase home in the over-crowded Kingdom of England had diminished at the very same rate as the supply of non-derelict housing stock. This town had as soon as been house to a prosperous community of second and third generation Asian immigrants, however the regrettable policies of the recently deposed Government of National Unity had actually led to their overall evacuation. This inevitably left a vacuum that was now being filled by the most current wave of immigrants: of which Lindiwe was one. However she was only one of lots of. There were individuals gathered in Ashton Lovelock from all over the world, though almost all of them were pretending to have actually come via the Northern European Union. This was a required lie, made plausible in the consequences of the National Server Centre Riots. Numerous came from Africa, at least as numerous from the Middle East and Asia, and, inevitably, refugees from the racially intolerant Republic of North America. The one thing everybody had in typical was a shared

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Aparo shared the same single mattress with Lindiwe in a space that had once been a loft extension. Apara and Lindiwe shared the bed mattress in the daylight hours.

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

Lindiwe’s heart sank. She could not sleep on the mattress at night because Mr and Mrs Martin would exist and there weren’t lots of locations open in the evening where she might intend to find work. This implied that her pursuit of employment would likewise suggest going without sleep.

Bleary-eyed and bored, after a night spent 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 a work opportunity. Not that there were many locations to visit in the town centre. The owner of KFC-McDonalds, herself a South African immigrant, was sympathetic but mentioned that there was a long waiting list of equally desperate candidates. The other fast-food chain, Yo Sushi Pizza Hut, was rather less friendly and basically informed her that just Muslim men might apply. Aside from that, the only grocery store– a Tesco-Walmart– was freely hostile and told her that the company had a policy of reporting believed immigrants. There was little hope there either.

Lindiwe quickly realised that there were no jobs 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 evident distaste of native English people, much of whom freely ridiculed Lindiwe with unsubtle suggestions of the dishonest practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

The ever-widening radius of her task search ultimately included a company estate on the border of Swindon where Lindiwe, at last, gained a position but as 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 having to spend the entire night preventing the couple sleeping on her daytime bed mattress.

Her official tasks mainly involved changing on and turning off the numerous cleansing machines and robotics. It wasn’t long till Lindiwe found that cleansing wasn’t whatever she was anticipated to do, although it wasn’t composed into her terms and conditions of employment (which, in any case, were completely spoken and concurred with a handshake).

During the first week that Lindiwe worked at the George Monbiot eco-business park, she ended up being conscious of the presence of rooms that were out of bounds to her and the other night-time operatives. This was odd because the only people supposed to be working at the workplaces so late at night were security guards and technical operatives.

When Lindiwe bumped into any of the people who ‘d been staying in a locked room, it soon became apparent what was happening. It was constantly a lady and a man. The lady was invariably much more youthful than the man and generally an immigrant. Lindiwe likewise observed the smell of sex that was remaining on their individual. Her nostrils had become well attuned to the odour after the weeks she ‘d invested in Sarajevo in which her survival depended on the provision of blow-jobs to total complete strangers.

” I like all the personnel to chip in,” Lindiwe’s employer explained as he handed her the meagre benefits 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 government. “The benefits are additional pay. I can’t promise a fortune but suggestions can make a difference.”

” Why don’t individuals go to brothels and massage parlours?” asked Lindiwe, who understood that her continued work was almost certainly conditional on her accepting this extra work.

” The modification of government brought about numerous great chances,” Mr Singh stated with a sigh, “otherwise I wouldn’t be here, of course. This operation is similar to lots of others you’ll discover all over this country.

And what they desired was something Lindiwe now had to provide about twice a week in one of the numerous out-of-bound workplaces. There was a constant stream of clients who came to enjoy the inexpensive satisfaction that immigrant labour was now offering: their hungers whetted by the VR fantasies they could enjoy in the comfort of their own homes.

For Lindiwe, this offered no satisfaction at all until she squeezed into the office shower with the other nightshift cleaners to spray off the semen, urine and other physical fluids that the customers thought was a needed part of love-making but during which experience the vaginal penetration was most likely the least horrible part.

In the town’s short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. 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 lots of federal government agencies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the obligation for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to deal with unlawful immigrants with any more generosity than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her presence had actually been discovered by an official at any point on her trip. Bored and bleary-eyed, after a night invested in the area of the bus depot in the company of others with nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely roamed the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for a work chance. And this was much to the apparent distaste of native English citizens, numerous of whom openly teased Lindiwe with unsubtle pointers of the unethical practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

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