The presidential palace in Wagadugu was unusually quiet that morning. The air was still, the guards were alert, but something felt off. The smell of the garden roses—that usually brought peace—seemed heavier, thicker, as though something was hiding behind the calm.
President Ibrahim Traoré had risen early, as always. A disciplined soldier turned servant of the people, he had just completed his morning prayers and a brief workout. By 6:00 a.m., he was dressed in a modest military tunic, sitting by the garden and reading security briefs from the night before. Everything seemed normal—until the unexpected happened.
From a side corner of the palace compound, near the western fence, a dusty brown dog appeared. Nobody saw where it came from. It had no leash, no collar, and no identifiable mark. Its eyes were deep—tired but alert. Its body was…..Read Full Story Here.………………….
