What do we say to these things? When the bus driver plays music that you enjoy and relate with, you don’t mind- even if the volume is blaring like that of awuja speakers. But when its the other way round, you flare up like he committed the vilest offence! Today sha, me flared up o! There are some songs that are… (if you know what I mean) and the driver refused to turn down the volume after some plea… whew! He was acting like he carried us for free.