Warning: Parts of this series may contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this.
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Chapter 1
Dez left his war torn country by rail to Zambia, traveled through Zaire, East Africa, parts of West Africa until he reached Libya, 2 months later. He had exciting adventures that would take too long to write down. Suffice to say, he found Africa beautiful and interesting. And the women... It seemed like every country was teeming with them. But the visas were so expensive and they burned into his pocket.
In Morocco, Dez spent a lot of money on people who supposedly knew people, who knew people, who knew someone. He spent the last of his money buying a place on a crowded, dinghy, rickety, wooden boat.
They set off for Europe, many young African men, with greater expectations than Charles Dickens, for they knew that the streets of Europe were paved with gold. The sun beat down mercilessly on them. Soon, they were starved, dying of thirst and half conscious. A couple of guys died and were tossed over board. They never made it on CNN for they fortunately made it to the Italian coast on a dark night.
Dez had made friends with a couple of Nigerians on the boat, that were well informed and had connections in Italy. He joined them.
They were now in Europe, Paradise on Earth, with no money in their pockets and they didn't speak the language. However, one of the Nigerians had a phone number. They followed a high way for thirty kilometers, hiding behind trees and bushes when traffic approached. They made their way into a small town begged for money from any black person that walked by until they were finally given coins. They called the number from a phone, and were told to go and hide near a crossing on the outskirts of town. A sedan dropped by and all three were hastily stuffed into the trunk. They were taken to a house where they were fed and given new clothes.
The following day, they were loaded into a truck, basically stuffed in a secret compartment under cartons of fruit with hardly any place to move and driven for 8 long hours to Rome. They were let out of the car and found themselves in the in the courtyard of a huge factory building. They were rushed inside under the cover of darkness.
Dez and his mates joined many other illegal aliens, mainly West Africans, inside a huge furniture factory.
They were greeted by the man who managed the factory, one Aidee, a Nigerian. He was a big fat man in his early forties. Aidee said he would give them accommodation, and food. But he would confiscate their wages for the first three months, for he was a taking a very high risk, employing, sheltering and feeding them. If they didn't feel like that was a good deal, he would hand them to the authorities, he didn't give a fuck. Aidee told them that if they worked good and hard for 2 years, the boss would help them go legal. They would earn more money as well. "One hand washes the other," he told them.
Dez and the other guys slept in rooms at the back of the factory, seven man to a tiny room, on thin mattresses, in thin sleeping bags. They had a small room with a TV and kitchen to cook. They were not allowed to leave the premises for the first six months. Aidee had several big henchman who made sure nobody tried to sneak out. A couple of Africans dropped by once in a while, to sell the guys some counterfeits of clothes and sneakers, usually hip hop gear.
Dez and his mates worked double shifts. It was hard, grueling labor. They hacked, sawed, hammered and glued African timber and made household furniture for Italians. They got covered with saw dust from head to toe. Some coughed, some had accidents, all worked hard and all complained. But in their spare time, they chatted, listened to music, danced and laughed, for the African soul just had to be happy in any circumstances. They watched Italian TV and football, their only access to the Paradise they had all come to look for.
When they complained, Aidee told them they should appreciate the great opportunity he was giving them. But for Dez, this was second slavery. For he found that the Africans on the outside were doing all the jobs that Italians considered to be below them, like cleaning, caring for old people, wiping their asses, collecting garbage, cleaning toilets.
The difference was that in the old days, the Europeans came to Africa to catch slaves, but nowadays, the Africans came on their own to become slaves. Therefore it made sense for The Man to keep Africa broke, supporting dictators and selling them guns and weapons to kill each other and destroy their lands. Coz someone had to do the dirty jobs.
Now, the Italian Labor Police was checking for illegal immigrants. When they came for inspections, an alarm would be sounded and all the illegal workers would hide. Aidee would pay them bribes and they would tick off the factory as having high safety standards and no slave labor.
Dez exercised and watched a lot of Italian TV and slowly the language started to make sense to him. He asked the henchmen to bring him books for learning Italian and they did. Some of them spoke it fluently and he started speaking it with them. Sometimes he saw articles on the news about his country. The war had stopped but the sanctions from the US and England were still in place and life was hard.
After three months, they were each paid a monthly wage of €500. 100 was deducted for food and shelter and if anybody wanted to send money home, Aidee did it for them. He however sent a maximum of 100 and kept the other 300 to make sure they didn't run away like Kunta Kinte. He said they would get it all after two years. They asked for a guarantee, and he was like, "Trust me or fuck you!"
After they had been there for six months, they were allowed them to go out for short spells. They were given only a little of their money, so they would not be tempted to run away. The guys usually went out to party or buy some Hip Hop gear, cheap counterfeit suits or fuck prostitutes. Of course, they were keen to fuck a white ho, and some washed out Italian prostitutes were in business big time. Dez didn't do that. He would just walk around Rome, seeing the great city he had read about. But he didn't run into Othello. He saw so many Africans selling stuff on the street or cleaning and picking up garbage, but he hardly saw any that were living good or working nice jobs.
Dez called the number of Trish's German dad's home and it was disconnected. He called home and told them he was safe. He was informed that Trish's whole family had been blown up in a rocket blast. Two of his own brothers were dead too. Dez was numb, but he had lost so many friends and family in the war that he didn't cry over the dead but felt happy over those still living. Peace was finally coming back to the land for the honkies had realized that there was not so much oil in the ground as they had expected.
He asked his mom to see if she could find him Trish's current number or address for him. He wrote her letters to the address she had given him but got no reply.
The morale in the factory was of course very low. The guys were disillusioned and bitter; this was not what they had come all the way across the ocean for, to find themselves in modern slavery. They moaned and complained about the work, to Aidee and the henchmen.
Dez had no intention of enduring the slave labor for 2 years, so he was on the look out for ways to come out. He knew there was only one way out, and that was through Aidee. He had to befriend the guy. The other guys kept complaining to Aidee, hustling him for more money and calling him a slave driver. Dez knew that calling a sick man sick would only get him annoyed. Therefore, he worked very hard and never started shit with Aidee and the thugs. In fact, he befriended them and they would chat to him.
They said they had all gone the same way. After two years, the boss, one Marco something, had helped them find Italian women to marry, who did it for a fee. Now they were legal, and had since received their papers and were earning better money, making sure the other guys worked hard. They all didn't like Italy, but Africa was broke so they were there to get that cash money, y'all.
Now, Aidee noticed Dez, because he always greeted him politely and never complained. And he would come with a broom and sweep his office without being told. The fat man chatted with him in a very friendly manner. He asked him where he was from blah blah blah. Dez played loyal and very grateful. He also acted like he was kind of dumb.
One day, Aidee said to him,
"Desmond, how do you like it here my man? You know the Italians would deport your asses in a second. But I am giving you all a chance."
"Yes chief, I am very grateful. I don't know how to thank you. If it wasn't for your kindness, I would be back in Africa, broke and fucked up."
Aidee smiled. "You are a good boy, not like these ungrateful dogs. Listen, I want you to keep your ears and eyes open for me, if anyone tries to spread funny ideas, let me know. My friends are very grateful when I hand them an illegal alien or two once in a while. Makes them look good and shit..."
