Sometimes we are happy

As I cross the street on my way to the morning rush, I see a parked taxi, right in front of one of the few opened stores, namely a convenience store.
Doors wide opened, and loud music coming from the interior of the vehicle, I think for a second that it is almost like back home... The music even sounds like xigumbaza (chi? shi?)...
From the other side of the street my eyes and soul meet this image of a mentaly disturbed brother dancing! Just loosing himself and dancing. No compromise, no fears, not a sign of his mental problems!
Amazing: Just him and the music! And for fisrt time I see a smile in his face.
My heart smiled!

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