The yard is big and there is a small mud hut with thatch turning into powder from years of weather beating. Just behind it is a dwarf mud house with iron roofing sheets and no door. On top of the roof there are rocks to keep the roof on the mud walls. The strongest structure is an unfinished pit latrine in the corner which keeps us rushing for our noses from time to time when a strong wind blows in our direction. By the twig fireplace is a pile of bricks that does seem enough even for one room. “I think I am the reason why the rain has not been falling. I have no choice but to pray that it doesn’t rain. Look, this is what I call a house. If it rains the water will simply dissolve these weak walls and we will get wet,” Maonyana Ramadi, 55 of Maseetsele ward in Moshupa says taking out her snuff box. She sits on the bench and inhales then sneezes. “I want someone to build me a strong house so I can live in dignity. I have no job except Ipelegeng which is not reliable because there are so