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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. ON A HOT DAY WE DREAM OF TEA
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. FOOD COOKED WITH LOVE TASTES BETTER
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. YOUR HOUSE HAS GOT MY NAME ON IT
  12. CHAPTER FOUR
  13. I SHALL SIMPLY LOOK UP IN THE SKY
  14. CHAPTER FIVE
  15. I AM YOUR FRIEND, AND I AM ASKING
  16. CHAPTER SIX
  17. THE THINGS OF WHICH A MECHANIC MIGHT SPEAK
  18. CHAPTER SEVEN
  19. THE THIS WAY UP BUILDING COMPANY
  20. CHAPTER EIGHT
  21. MMA RAMOTSWE DRIVES CLOVIS ANDERSEN TO MOCHUDI, AND THINKS
  22. CHAPTER NINE
  23. THE GOVERNMENT DOES NOT OWN THE AIR
  24. CHAPTER TEN
  25. SHE WAS LIKE A DEFLATED BALLOON
  26. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  27. AN INNOCENT MAN, A FIRST OFFENDER
  28. CHAPTER TWELVE
  29. THE EFFECT OF LIME
  30. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  31. THERE ARE SOME NICE PEOPLE ON THE ROAD
  32. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  33. GOLD INSIDE, NOT JUST OUTSIDE
  34. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  35. HOW MANY CUPS OF TEA …
  36. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  37. THE HABITS OF LIONS
  38. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  39. HAVE YOU HAD ANY INJECTIONS RECENTLY?
  40. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  41. A LAWYER SPILLS TEA OVER HIS SHIRT
  42. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  43. YOU ARE A VISITOR TO OUR COUNTRY
  44. CHAPTER TWENTY
  45. BETTER NAILS, BETTER LIFE
  46. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  47. MMA RAMOTSWE, I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
  48. About the Author

The new fan belt was soon installed, and he then turned his attention to the brakes. This was a comparatively minor problem, and he was able to fix it in spite of the complexity of the braking system installed in that particular make of car. After an hour or so, everything was done, and Fanwell was wiping his hands on the small hand towel that Chobie had thoughtfully provided. As he did so, he glanced at the lettering on the towel: SUN HOTEL.

Noticing this, Chobie laughed. “They gave that to me,” he said. “I know somebody who works there. Big time. He gave me that towel as a souvenir.”

Fanwell finished wiping his hands. “I should get home now,” he said.

Chobie held up a hand. “Not so fast, Fanwell. I owe you.” He reached into his pocket and took out a number of folded banknotes. Counting out three hundred pula, he pressed these into Fanwell’s hand. “Fee for service,” he said. “See? Good money for good work. And there’ll be plenty more—plenty more. Tax-free too, ha!”

They began to walk back towards the car in which they had come. As they did so, a nondescript black van drew up at the gate and a man emerged. Chobie looked at the man and frowned. “Yes, Rra? You want something?”

The man nodded. “I need to buy a car, Rra. I need to buy a car for my wife. I saw your sign.”

Chobie, who had been tense at the beginning of this encounter, now visibly relaxed. “Well, you’re in the right place, my friend. But unfortunately I’m a bit low on stock now—we only have that big car over there. But have you got a mobile? You give me the number and I’ll fix you up with something good. No rubbish—something good. And my mechanic here …,” he gestured to Fanwell, “my mechanic is top-class. He’ll make sure that it’s in A1 order when you get it. You won’t see your wife for dust. Bang, bang. She’ll overtake all the other women. Bang, bang.”

The man laughed. “My wife would like that,” he said. “So, here’s my number. You’ll call me?”

“Of course I will,” said Chobie. “Give me four, maybe five days and I’ll call. And I’ll get my mechanic …”

The man turned to Fanwell and greeted him formally. “And your name, Rra?”

Fanwell gave the man his name.

“He trained at Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors,” boasted Chobie.

“They have top-rate mechanics out there. Do all the big cars.”

The man nodded. “I know the place,” he said.

CHAPTER SIX

THE THINGS OF WHICH A MECHANIC MIGHT SPEAK