The No1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander Smith

The No1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander Smith

Mma Ramotswe was born in a small African village Mochudi. When she was a child, her mother died in an accident, so she was brought up her father and cousin. The cousin loved Mma Ramotswe very much and since childhood she tried to teach her everything she knew herself. Therefore, at an early age Mma Ramotswe had learned to count, write, as well as to train memory and attention. Just because of her cousin a little girl went to church every Sunday and quickly realized the difference between good and bad. She finished school and became the best student, so Mma Ramotswe left her home and went to live with her cousin. There she has got her first job and even getting married. But her husband turned out a geek who beat her and eventually had escaped. So when her father left her a small inheritance she decided to start a detective agency, which will punish scoundrels like her husband.

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The No1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander Smith

Mma Precious Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of Kgale Hill. She was the only lady private detective in Botswana, and her agency was the best. So she called it the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency.

Mma Ramotswe was a good detective and a good woman. She loved her country, Botswana, and she loved Africa too. The people of Africa were her people, her brothers and sisters. She wanted to help them solve the mysteries in their lives, so she became a private detective.

The detective agency was in a small building in the town of Gaborone. Outside the building was a sign:

THE NO. 1 LADIES’ DETECTIVE AGENCY.

FOR ALL PRIVATE BUSINESS.

The No1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander Smith

The agency had a tiny white van, two desks, two chairs and an old typewriter. There was also a teapot, and three large cups – one for Mma Ramotswe, one for her secretary and one for the client.

In front of the agency was a tree. When Mma Ramotswe was not busy, she loved to sit under this tree. It was a very good place to think. She could look across the dusty road to the town and, far away, she could see the blue hills. Hills in Botswana always looked blue in the heat.

Mma Ramotswe thought about many things while she was sitting under the tree. She thought about her father, and the beginning of the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency.

Mma Raniotswe’s father worked in the mines in South Africa for fifteen years. The mines were very dangerous. Rocks fell and killed men. The dust destroyed their health.

Mma Ramotswe’s father saved the money from his years in the mines and bought one hundred and eighty fine cattle. But the dust from the mines was still in his body and he became ill.

‘I want you to have your own business,’ he said to Mma Ramotswe on his death bed. ‘Sell the cattle and buy a business. A shop, perhaps?’

Mma Ramotswe held her father’s hand and looked into his eyes. She loved her father, her Daddy, more than anyone in the world. Now he was dying. It was difficult to talk through her tears.

‘I’m going to start a detective agency,’ she said. ‘Down in Gaborone. It will be the best agency in Botswana. The No. 1 Agency.’

Her father’s eyes opened wide with surprise. ‘But… but…’

But he died before he could say anything more….

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