The morning sun slowly stretched its light across the land of Burkina Faso, painting the sky with soft shades of gold. The air was cool and refreshing, carrying the gentle sound of birds filling the trees with their cheerful songs.
It was the kind of morning that promised peace, yet something important was unfolding on the open road.
Down the smooth, freshly tarred highway, a long line of black cars moved swiftly in perfect formation. Their engines hummed with quiet authority, and at the center of the convoy was the president’s vehicle — polished, strong, and closely surrounded by guards. Inside sat President Ibrahim Traoré, dressed neatly in his traditional attire. He held a…..Read Full Story Here………
