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After numerous months of struggle and sacrifice, the arduous journey was finally over. Lindiwe had actually shown up. In the town’s brief history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few might have endured the rape, adversity and appetite. Few would have voluntarily paid so much from so little savings to make a home in the fifty year old English New Town.

Desperation had actually driven Lindiwe to severe steps, as it had her fellow migrants who ‘d also endured the journey.

Lindiwe hadn’t viewed the stops on her trip as a traveler might, although there were few European tourists who would venture into sub-Saharan Africa nowadays. What she saw of the thousands of miles in between Southern Africa and Northern Europe wasn’t through the round windows of an aeroplane overlooking the clouds and spotting ahead of a path of excessively pricey fossil fuel. She saw no airports and most definitely no passport controllers. Had she fulfilled even one between Lesotho and London, she ‘d have been unceremoniously bundled away in the back of a migration paddy wagon either to be dumped back in her native land or apprehended in one of the countless refugee camps that lined the shores of North Africa. And from what Lindiwe had found out about these camps, her more than likely fate there would be a lonesome death while she waited on a decision from the many federal government agencies and personal charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the duty for feeding the countless desperate souls in their care.

Nobody would want to be strained with such obligation when there were a lot of other more immediate requirements to attend to.

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

Here in the Kingdom of England, there might be an opportunity to make good the qualifications that were surplus to requirements in Maseru. Lindiwe had high hopes for Ashton Lovelock. In spite of the collapsing decay of the hastily-built house she was staying in, it was a reasonably young town with energy-efficient real estate, comprehensive parking spaces, and a profusion of windmills and photovoltaic panels.

The truth was that Ashton Lovelock was a genuine paradise compared to her original home in Africa. The years of African starvation hadn’t decreased total population numbers by really much. The few offered jobs paid really improperly if they ever paid at all.

This undoubtedly left a vacuum that was now being filled by the latest wave of immigrants: of which Lindiwe was one. She was just one of lots of. Many 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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When been a loft extension, Aparo shared the same single mattress with Lindiwe in a room that had. Three bed mattress filled almost all the readily available floor area and each of them, consisting of the mattress the two good friends shared, was home to one set of people during the day and another during the night. Apara and Lindiwe shared the bed mattress in the daytime hours. In the evening, a black married couple from Mississippi slept on the very same mattress and often left behind the trace of semen spots.

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

Lindiwe’s heart sank. Because Mr and Mrs Martin would be there and there weren’t numerous places open in the evening where she might hope to find work, she could not sleep on the mattress at night. This implied that her pursuit of employment would likewise suggest going without sleep.

However, bleary-eyed and bored, 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 a job opportunity. Not that there were many locations to go to in the town centre. The owner of KFC-McDonalds, herself a South African immigrant, was sympathetic however explained that there was a long waiting list of equally desperate prospects. The other fast-food chain, Yo Sushi Pizza Hut, was rather less friendly and basically told her that only Muslim guys could use. Besides that, the only supermarket– a Tesco-Walmart– was openly hostile and informed her that the company had a policy of reporting presumed immigrants. There was little hope there either.

Lindiwe quickly understood that there were no jobs for her in Ashton Lovelock at all. The immigrant neighborhood had already taken all the offered low-paid opportunities. And this was much to the apparent distaste of native English citizens, 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 job search eventually encompassed a service estate on the boundary of Swindon where Lindiwe, at last, gained a position however as nothing more requiring than a nightshift cleaning-woman. Although this position needed an expensive two-hour commute by bus followed by a half-hour walk it was still much better than needing to spend the whole night avoiding the couple sleeping on her daytime mattress.

Her main jobs primarily included changing on and turning off the numerous cleansing machines and robots. It wasn’t long till Lindiwe found that cleaning wasn’t whatever she was anticipated to do, although it wasn’t written into her terms and conditions of work (which, in any case, were totally spoken and concurred with a handshake).

Throughout the first week that Lindiwe worked at the George Monbiot eco-business park, she became aware of the presence of spaces that were out of bounds to her and the other night-time operatives. There would invariably be an e-paper indication published on the door of these spaces that requested that they be cleaned later on. In case there might be some misunderstanding, these doors were locked from the inside. This was odd because the only people expected to be working at the offices so late at night were security personnel and technical operatives.

When Lindiwe bumped into any of the individuals who ‘d been staying in a locked space, it soon became obvious what was taking place. It was always a male and a female. The woman was usually much younger than the man and usually an immigrant. Lindiwe also observed the smell of sex that was sticking around on their individual. Her nostrils had actually become well attuned to the odour after the weeks she ‘d spent in Sarajevo in which her survival relied on the provision of blow-jobs to total complete strangers.

” I like all the staff to chip in,” Lindiwe’s boss described as he handed her the meagre benefits for her very first week’s work. He was a slim 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 extra pay. I can’t guarantee a fortune but pointers can make a difference.”

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

” The change of government brought about numerous excellent chances,” Mr Singh stated with a sigh, “otherwise I would not be here, of course. This operation is comparable to numerous others you’ll find all over this country.

And what they wanted was something Lindiwe now needed to offer about twice a week in among the a number of out-of-bound offices. They were furnished with rather standard beds rather than desks, computer systems and chairs. The felt-covered partitions around each cubicle now served the function of hiding what was going on. There was a consistent stream of consumers who pertained to delight in the low-cost pleasures that immigrant labour was now providing: their cravings whetted by the VR fantasies they could enjoy in the comfort of their own houses.

For Lindiwe, this provided no enjoyment at all up until she squeezed into the workplace shower with the other nightshift cleaners to spray off the semen, urine and other bodily fluids that the customers believed was a required part of love-making however during which ordeal the vaginal penetration was most likely the least horrible part.

In the town’s short history, few had actually 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 numerous federal government firms and personal charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the duty for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to treat illegal immigrants with any more generosity than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her existence had been discovered by an official at any point on her voyage. Bleary-eyed and bored, after a night invested in the vicinity 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 an employment opportunity. And this was much to the evident distaste of native English people, numerous of whom openly teased Lindiwe with unsubtle reminders of the dishonest practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

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