Once upon a time in the Republic of Uncommon Sense, there lived a chief whose roof leaked whenever it rained. Each season he summoned the carpenter, who patched it with palm fronds and plaster. After every fix, the chief danced proudly in the courtyard, declaring: “This time, the leaks are arrested!” But when the next storm came, the roof sang its old chorus of drips. Finally, a wise elder told him: “Nana, the problem is not the storm. It is the roof pretending to be zinc. Until you change it, you will keep fetching water in your own bedroom.”
