Mma Ramoswe shaded her eyes with a hand.
"All that work," she mused. "And now this."
Mma Potsane shrugged her shoulders. "But that is always true, Mma," she said. "Even Gaborone. Look at all those buildings. How do we know that Gaborone will still be there in fifty years' time? Have the ants not got their plans for Gaborone as well?"
Mma Ramotswe smiled. It was a good way of putting it. All our human endeavors are like that, she reflected, and it is only because we are too ignorant to realize it, or are too forgetful to remember it, that we have the confidence to build something that is meant to last.
"All that work," she mused. "And now this."
Mma Potsane shrugged her shoulders. "But that is always true, Mma," she said. "Even Gaborone. Look at all those buildings. How do we know that Gaborone will still be there in fifty years' time? Have the ants not got their plans for Gaborone as well?"
Mma Ramotswe smiled. It was a good way of putting it. All our human endeavors are like that, she reflected, and it is only because we are too ignorant to realize it, or are too forgetful to remember it, that we have the confidence to build something that is meant to last.
( Alexander McCall Smith )
[ Tears of the Giraffe ]
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