The "bus driver"

As I returned home today after the day's work, I didn't drive so I took the public bus(black-striped yellow Lagos buses).
I found myself in an interesting vehicle. Every other person seemed to be highly irritated or pissed at the pounding bass drums, blaring guitars, piercing violins that blasted out of the drivers rather old speakers. The more they complained, the louder he sang in his falsetto voice with deep emotion. He would sing a line and the next second, he is shouting at another driver "commot for road joh! Mumu!" (Excuse me moron! in Nigerian pidgin) and the next second, he has forgotten that and is falsetting on along with the record.
Something that caught me was when his passengers yelled out "reduce that thing now!" he just muttered "go down oh, don't disturb me" and increased it a little more.

Trust, I picked something from that; This guy had finally found how to keep himself happy on the busily mad streets of Lagos and his passengers simply didn't understand that. If they did, they wouldn't complain.

He showed so much love for his job when the music played. And when it didn't,...

That guy found something to help him love his job, let's learn from the "bus driver" let's find something to help us love that job and the bossy boss, something to help us love that nagging or flirting spouse, something to help us love and accept ourselves regardless of how much of a mess we have been in the past, something to help us love our neighbours as ourselves.

Bless y'all!