À partir de ce mercredi 21 mai 2025, le gouvernement provincial de Kinshasa impose des restrictions de circulation pour les camions de 20 tonnes et plus, qui ne pourront circuler que la nuit.
Confronté à des embouteillages chroniques qui étouffent la capitale, le gouvernement prend des mesures résolues pour améliorer la fluidité du trafic.
Dans un communiqué officiel, le ministre provincial des Transports et Mobilité urbaine, Amisso Yoka Lumbila Bob, a annoncé de nouvelles réglementations concernant les poids lourds.
Désormais, tous les camions-remorques et véhicules de 20 tonnes ou plus, transportant des matériaux de construction tels que le ciment, le fer à béton, le sable, le bois ou des boissons, seront interdits de circuler entre 5h00 et 22h00 sur l’ensemble du territoire de Kinshasa.
Par ailleurs, le ministère met en garde : « Ces mesures sont de stricte application. Tout contrevenant s’exposera aux sanctions prévues en la matière. » Les conducteurs qui ne respecteront pas cette directive ne bénéficieront d’aucune clémence.
Crispin Mutelembe
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