 You gaze at our former village schoolmaster as one hypnotized. Look, he was a schoolteacher and now he's a politician. The chief walks through the village with a man in front blowing a trumpet and another man behind holding an umbrella. But this man, he rides in a motor car and his horn sends the chickens and children running. He lives in his two-storied house. And the house is plastered with cement, not mud. The politician has more money than the chief.