Dear Traffic and Pollution,

My city has been infected by you since I can remember. It takes me ages to get to Next Street and by the time I get there, I need a cold freezing bottle of water along with that expensive fuel for my car as well. This is all because the temperature has gotten higher than normal ever since you move around with your mean and dreadful friend Mr. pollution. My city has now become that very definition of headless craziness, more confused than a broken clock. In spite of the fact that it gets to be right twice every day, just like you (morning and evening) you are still annoying and we are sick, please go away.

Our wish is to get rid of you, but how so when we are the ones that cause you? Not to forget that we nourish your very existence day by day. From Bunju to Mbagala, Mbezi (kimara) to Posta and inn around the city, traffic directs the way we live our lives today.

As a Tanzanian who feels like this problem should not be here to stay, please give a comment to what you think will be the major solution to our catastrophe??