The sun beat down hard, turning the dusty road into a glowing line of heat as President Ibrahim Traoré and his security team continued their long journey.
They had been moving from one event to another since early morning—meeting people, shaking hands, giving speeches, and listening to countless requests. Everyone in the convoy was exhausted, but Ibrahim felt something even sharper than tiredness. His stomach was empty, and the hunger was becoming painful.
He sat in the back seat of his black SUV, trying to stay focused, but the hunger wouldn’t let….Read Full Story Here…….
