I love these improvised pieces of looking after your fellow wanainchi.
Good intentions may however not save lives, and the fact that they also radiate an odd sort of helplessness doesn't exactly make them functional.
Should they be taken as a warning? As indicators for worse things to come? That you can never be certain - you thought the road was smooth but the minute after you may be swallowed by a big black hole on Morogoro Road.
I don't know, but it seems the phenomenon won't die easily.



