The moment an okada driver becomes your therapist

I was stuck in Lekki traffic yesterday, sweating through my blouse, and my okada driver just turned back and said "Madam, you dey worry too much. See how beautiful this evening is." I was like, sir, I am paying you to take me to Ajah, not to give me a TED Talk. But then he started telling me about his wife and how they met at a viewing centre during a Chelsea match. The man was giving relationship advice between dodging potholes. By the time I reached my destination, I felt like I owed him extra for the free therapy. Lagos men are something else.

Has an okada driver ever dropped unexpected wisdom on you mid-traffic?