Yet, since this is the first book of the series, it is possible that McCall Smith was just providing the background for the subsequent ones. It dragged on for pages on end that one might thought it is of whom the story is about. The only problem with this story, of which there might be a reason, is that there was a long background of Obed Ramotswe, Mma Ramotswe's father, and of the latter too. And it was her trickery and intelligence that helped her most of the time. One just have to imagine an African woman of enormous proportions crouching under trees, in windows, killing crocodiles. One thing about this story is its hilarity at some points. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency situated at the foot of the Kgale Hill had become famous. And this she did with surprising outcome. Suspecting him of drugs Dr Maketsi approached Mma Ramotswe, her old friend from Mochundi where they schooled together. At one time he would solve an important medical problem and at another he could not even suture.
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She also cracked a case involving a Dr Mokoti whose performance at the hospital he works for alternates between excellent and poor.
Mr Patel was willing and eager to pay almost ten times the cost, even though Mma Ramotswe felt guilty for doing that later. However, as a businesswoman she knew where to charge high and where to let go - like Mr Patel, possibly the richest man in Botswana, who wanted Mma Ramotswe to track her teenage daughter whom he suspected of having an affair with a boy named Jack. With Mma Ramotswe, satisfaction is guaranteed, for in cases where the problem was difficult to solve or did not end well, she waived her fees. From solving a man whose wife had reported him missing and of whom she had assumed had run off with another woman - only to turnout in the belly of a crocodile - to a boy who was kidnapped and sent to a far off place to look after cattle, the reader would have fun-filled reading.
Together with her small white van they became an inseparable pair. Using local knowledge, instincts and a book for detectives she had ordered, Mma Ramotswe approached her work diligently, uninhibited by her enormous proportions.
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The rest of the stories are about the series of cases she helped solved. He loved her daughter and even when he did not approve of her first husband, Note Mokoti, he never objected him till Note revealed to her who he really was with series of abuses.) But Mma Ramotswe wanted to do something different, she wanted to be a detective and so set out, against the advice of attorneys and others, to becoming one. (And yes, the man never suppressed Mma Ramotswe nor married again when the wife died. As an only child, her father, who had worked at the mines until he ran back home out of fear for his life and who had contracted the respiratory disease common among miners, had wanted her to sell his almost two hundred cows and buy a store - probably a butcher store. In this story Mma Ramotswe is a detective and the only female detective in the whole of Botswana.
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