The man who built the house, my dad.
I asked him the story of how the house came to be. The house belonged to someone he knew and the man was ill. My dad bought the house so the money could be used for his medical expenses.
Initially the structure was just a shack, not even a house. I remember seeing zinc sheets as walls. The ground was flooded with fresh water and sand and my dad said it could have been a mining pond before. All the sand that was used to build the house was dug up from the site itself, he said not even one sack of sand was bought!
My late grandfather, who helped with the construction, everyday, went looking for construction rubble, bricks, stones etc using a wheelbarrow. They replaced the sand they took with these discarded materials and compacted the foundation. Even the wooden doors were reused and bought cheap from another renovation nearby. So I guess we are just continuing the reusing principles which was started so long ago.
I know now how I got the crazy streak.