Suit and tie (the syndrome)

I was in a bus once, travelling a long way from a remote village in the east of Nigeria when I looked outside the window and saw the picture of a man.

He was the councillor of that village and the words on the sign boldly read ”LET US JOIN HANDS AND DEVELOPE THIS TOWN”… Reading those words made me have a sense of hope in the man…but then my smile turned into a puzzled look when I noticed that the man had on a Suit and Tie…

I sat back, put my head on the headrest, closed my eyes, pressed play on my music player and began to think.
I thought of how my hope ebbed away when I saw what the man was wearing.
And then I wondered, how can a farmer ever farm effectively if he keeps worrying about the brand new leather shoes on his feet.
How can a guitarist play smoothly if he keeps worrying about his newly manicured fingernails?
How can a mother save her newborn aqw child from suffocating if she is too disgusted to use her mouth and suck the mucus out of her childs’ blocked nose?
And then I ask myself, how can a man see to the development of a remote village if his Suit and Tie confines him to a chair behind a desk, with a plaster of paris ceiling above his head, white walls around him, refined air from a split unit AC blowing him and a door in front of him that leads him home or straight to the bank.

How does development come when the people that are equipped to make it possible, cyphon the funds to maintain their suit and tie.
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