Believe it or not, but that's actually a name, albeit of a fictitious person: It's the name of the very first lady detective in Botswana & the hero of McCall Smith's best selling The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Although the story entails a pleasant enough change of perspective (picture Miss Marple as a youngish, gravitationally challenged, African lady in Botswana - 'nough said), it's not quite my cup of tea, however amazing the totally different beat of the
language and the story's atmosphere is, compared to the same author's The Sunday Philosophy Club. As you can see from my rather pleased earlier review of that particular book, which I intend to follow btw, I rather prefer the urban, intellectually stimulating to the rustic.