The heat was relentless, the sun casting a harsh glare over the dusty road as President Ibrahim Traoré and his convoy pushed forward. Their day had begun at dawn, packed with public engagements—visiting communities, making appearances at ceremonies, delivering speeches, and exchanging countless handshakes.
The energy had long begun to wane among the group, weariness settling in like a heavy fog. Yet, for Ibrahim Traoré, there was something else gnawing at him—an emptiness in his stomach that had grown unbearable.
He sat in the backseat of his sleek black SUV, sweat beading on his brow despite the air conditioning, his eyes scanning the horizon through tinted glass. His voice broke the silence with sudden urgency, low but…..Read Full Story Here……….
