If the lord came back today, {Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni} thought, he would probably be a mechanic, he reflected. That would be a great honour for mechanics everywhere. And there is no doubt but that e would choose Africa: Israel was far too dangerous these days. In fact, the more one thought about it, the more likely it was that he would choose Botswana, and Gabarone in particular. Now that would be a wonderful honour for the people of Botswana; but it would not happen, and there was no point in thinking about it any further. The Lord was not going to come back; we had had our chance and we had not made very much of it, unfortunately.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni reflects on the hypothetical idea of the Lord returning to Earth. He imagines that if this event were to occur, the Lord might take the form of a mechanic, an esteemed profession, which would bring great honor to mechanics everywhere. He particularly considers Africa, especially Botswana, as a potential choice for the Lord due to its safety compared to other regions like Israel.

However, he acknowledges the unlikeliness of this event. Despite the admirable notion of the Lord favoring Botswana, Matekoni concludes that it is futile to dwell on such thoughts, as humanity has already missed its chance to make a significant impact.

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