Rats are giving Ngara residents sleepless nights

If at all I had brains of substance, I would have become a great inventor or something instead of burning my poor brains with thoughts of farfetched wishes on how to get rid of troubling rats in Ngara. The area has become the Olympic town for not so lovely rodents which can be seen in a broad daylight doing some complicated gymnastic on the hills of garbage, as the fat cats meow in their untroubled sleep.

The obese giant rats have made acquaintance to the hapless residents who unfortunately have nothing else left to experiment on the little geniuses. The street verandas and sidewalks are filled with self-piloting kites of polythene bags and newspaper pieces that welcome the passersby with unrequested midair ballet at every slight swirl.