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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER SEVEN THE T Oh, that, said Mr. Putumelo. That nineteen per cent margin Seventeen, said Phuti. Mr. Putumelo shook his head. Nineteen. Eighteen Done, said Mr. Putumelo, extending a hand. You will not regret this, Rra. I can assure you of that. Phuti took the builders hand and shook it. This is very good, he said. The builder laughed. Very good Its excellent. First class. He reached for a piece of paper that had been lying face down on the desk. Now all that we have to do is write in the relevant percentage here. He fumbled in the breast pocket of his shirt for a pair of hornrimmed spectacles. The effect of these glasses was to make him look erudite; like a teacher, thought Phuti, remembering, with a sudden pang, the teacher whom he had idolised at Gaborone Senior School and who had been killed one weekend by a drunken driver on the Lobatse Road, the young Radiphutis first real encounter with death and with the realisation, so hard at that age, that immortals, too, can die. A few scribbles of the pen and the contract was duly executed according to the laws of Botswana, as its final clause attested. Phuti was pleased, and sealed the bargain again with a handshake, while continuing to fold and tuck the piece of paper with his free hand. That done, Mr. Putumelo reached for a brochure from a shelf behind his head and leafed through it to find an illustration to show his client. In my opinion, he said, we should go for brick rather than for these concrete blocks that everybody is using these days. You cant go wrong with brick.

Phuti looked momentarily confused. I thought that most houses were built with brick, except for lowcost housing. He pointed out of the dow in the direction of the fields of neat, tworoom, flatroofed houses that the Government had built. Mr. Putumelo shook his head. No, Rra, you are wrong. Well, you are wrong and right, both at the same time. You see, you are right about that lowcost housing: it is very good for people who do not have much money, and they are happy with the concreteblock construction. And those houses are strong, too! They will not fall down for many years, I can tell you. But when it comes to big housesthe sort of house that a man like you wants to build, then you would think that good materials would be used. You would think that, wouldnt you He waited for Phuti to answer. Yes, Rra. You would think that they would use Goodquality brick, interjected Mr. Putumelo. Or even stone. Youve seen those houses out at Mokolodi Youve seen those good stone walls Those houses will last forever, my friend. One hundred yearseasy. Maybe two hundred years. Who knows how long How long is a piece of string That is what I always say. Phuti began to say something, but was again silenced by Mr. Putumelo. Now youd think that a goodquality house would be built of brick or stone, but is that what is happening today I can tell you, Rra Radiphuti, that there are builders in this town who are making those highclass houses with concrete blocks and then just putting lots of fancy plaster on the outside and making people think there are solid things inside. Thats what they are doing, those people, but we are not. We are still making good houses out of good building materials. He paused. So you see this brochure, Rra You see these bricks They are topquality bricks. I would recommend one outer layer and one inner layer, with good metal ties in between. Then we will put ventilation grilles to allow the house to breathe. That will keep you cool in the hot months. That is very important. Phuti studied the picture of the brick. It seemed like an ordinary brick to him, but it had several lines of explanation printed below, setting out its superior properties. He handed the brochure back to the builder. That is very good, he said. I think that we should have those bricks,

Rra. Mr. Putumelo took off his glasses and deftly folded in the arms. Done, he said. I will order everything we need and then we can start He looked at an annotated calendar on the wall. We can start in four days. Maybe three. Then he added: Payment for work done will be due every ten days, for work done during those ten days, until completion of the contract. Agreed Good. Phuti had not been prepared for this: beginning a house was a major step, he thought, and it seemed now to be happening so quickly. There are some details that my wife has raised with me, he said. I think that perhaps we might Mr. Putumelo fixed him with an intense stare. Your wife She knows about houses For a few moments, Phuti was at a loss. She thinks that Mr. Putumelo frowned. Building a house is a very complicated matter, Rra. There are not many women in the building trade. But women know about houses, Rra, Phuti protested. They are the ones who look after them. Mr. Putumelo burst out laughing. That is not the point, Rra. Women are very good at cleaning houses, but that does not mean that they know how to make them. He reached for a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at the corner of his mouth; a curious, rather fussy gesture. But I must not stop you from telling me what your wife thinks, Rra. I am sure it is very interesting. The last remark was heavy with sarcasm. Phuti told the builder of Graces requirements. Mr. Putumelo reached for a pen and made a few notes; he looked sceptical as he wrote, as an unhelpful bank manager might look as he entertained a risky clients request for a loan.

I have written that down, he said, once Phuti had finished. We shall see what can be done. He examined his own note. There are some requests here that are not very practical, of course. And this business of two cookers: Where does that nonsense come from Has your wife seen some picture in a magazine Two cookers! Have we each got two mouths, Rra, so that we need to have two dinners at the same time Phuti ced. It had been his suggestion, even if Grace had readily agreed to it, and he should have the courage to say as much to Mr. Putumelo. He should say: No, that was not my wifes idea, Rrait was mine, and I am the client. If I want two cookers, then I can have them. You are only the builder and I am paying you to do what I want. Understand That is what he should have said, he knew; but he did not say it. Instead, he said, Two cookers are not an important element of the design, Rra. One will do quite well. Mr. Putumelo appeared to take no notice of the concession. And as for this business about floor tiles, the builder said. All floor tiles are of much the same composition. I shall choose the right ones, and do not need to be reminded of what is necessary. Again, Phuti did not protest. Mr. Putumelo knew what he was talking aboutthe hornrimmed spectacles spoke to that, as did the pile of brochures and the certificate on the wall informing the public at large that Mr. Clarkson Putumelo was a member in good standing of the Botswana Federation of Master Builders. One could not argue with that, and if such a person said that one only needed one cooker, and that any floor tile he chose would most certainly not be too slippery, then such assurances should be accepted. Phuti realised that Mr.