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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

“So, here you are, my friend,” said Mr. Putumelo, welcoming Phuti into his office. “This is the headquarters of my little enterprise, as you see. It is from here that we go out every morning and build the new Botswana.”

Phuti smiled. “And you build it the right way up,” he said.

Mr. Putumelo did not appear to see the joke. “We are always building,” he said solemnly. “That’s the building trade for you. One building goes up, and you start the next.”

“It’s the same in the furniture trade,” said Phuti. “You sell one bed and then you sell the next one.”

Mr. Putumelo considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement. “That’s business, isn’t it? And who would have it otherwise?”

This exchange completed, they sat down to the business of agreeing the terms of the contract. “I have an offer for you,” said Mr. Putumelo. “As you know, Rra, there are many people in this business who are bad men. They give the building trade a bad name because they are unscrupulous.”

Phuti said that he had heard this.

“You see it in the newspapers,” went on Mr. Putumelo. “You read about Mr. So-and-so or Mrs. What’s-her-name having a big argument with a builder over some contract that went wrong. He says one thing and the builder says another. Blah, blah. And you know what, Mr. Radiphuti? In ninety-nine per cent of these cases it’s because of the sort of contract they’ve signed. The builder has given a price for the job in order to get it, then he spends the rest of the time trying to do the thing on the cheap so that he ends up with a bit of profit. It’s always the same. Agree a low price, then try to cut corners.”

“I can see how that happens,” said Phuti. “Sometimes with our suppliers we agree on a specification for, let’s say, a set of chairs, and then—”

Mr. Putumelo cut him short. “Exactly, Rra. You hit the nail on the head.”

“That’s for a builder to do,” said Phuti.

Again Mr. Putumelo did not appear to grasp the reference. “But,” he said, raising a hand to emphasise his point, “I have a way round this problem. If you have a contract with the client that says I will erect the building for cost plus twenty per cent, then you can’t go wrong. You get a good building; you don’t get rubbish. I know that I’m going to make a profit, and so I don’t try to cut any corners. What’s the point of doing that?”