At Jemo Michael traffic lights, a white horse pulls a wooden cart stacked with yellow jerrycans through a busy intersection, as city traffic flows around it under an overcast sky. At the pulse of the intersection, hooves meet asphalt and stop before the traffic light waiting for the go as signals and survival share the same space. A man rides high above the wheels, steering tradition through lanes designed for speed and steel. Behind him, glass and concrete rise, while engines hum past a reminder that old and new still trade the same roads.
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