The sun was blazing hot as President Ibrahim Traoré and his security team drove down a dusty road. They had been on the move since morning—going to events, meeting people, shaking hands, and giving speeches. Everyone was tired, but what Ibrahim felt most was hunger. He was starving.
Sitting in the back seat of his black SUV, he said, “I need to eat. I can’t go on like this.”
One of his guards, a tall man with sharp eyes, quickly responded, “Sir, there’s a fancy restaurant not far from here. Very clean and very secure.”
Another guard added, “Yes, sir. Only high-ranking people go there. It’s the best spot.”
But President Ibrahim Traoré shook his head with a small smile. “No, I don’t trust those places. Too many eyes are always on me. In those big restaurants, anything could happen.”
The guards looked at each other, clearly worried. One of them softly said, “But sir, eating at a local place is dangerous.” I said no,” Ibrahim replied gently but firmly. “Take me somewhere simple. A local restaurant where everyday people eat.” Without saying….Read Full Story Here.…………………………
