It was a cool morning in Wagadugu. President Ibrahim Traoré had just finished a long security meeting. His convoy was on its way to a public event when he suddenly asked the driver to take a different route.
“Let’s pass through the old cemetery road,” he said quietly.
His guards were surprised but obeyed. As the convoy passed the graveyard, Ibrahim noticed a young girl sitting alone beside a grave. She looked about nine years old. Her clothes were torn, her hair uncombed, and she had no shoes. But what caught his attention the most were her eyes—sad, but full of courage.
“Stop the car,” he ordered.
Everyone looked confused.
“Sir, this area is unsafe,” one guard warned.
“I said stop.”
The car halted. The president stepped out and walked slowly toward the girl. His guards followed closely behind, watching every corner. She didn’t move. She was cleaning the……Read Full Story Here………………….
