Every morning when I go to work, I feel the tension mounting as I approach Abeka Junction. And I hope each time that the traffic lights at this major intersection will be switched from "flashing orange" or that there will be someone controlling traffic.
Alas, most days it's everyone for him or herself, with the trotros and taxi drivers honking their
horns at anyone who wishes to take a slightly more cautious approach to the junction. No doubt a few rude thoughts about the "abrewa obroni" driver will pass through their minds...
But it still doesn't help the stress.
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