The night sky over Burkina Faso was dark and heavy. No stars showed. The moon hid behind thick clouds. Far away, a deep sound grew louder. It was not thunder. It was engines. Seventy big trucks were moving fast on the long, empty highway. Their headlights looked like a line of small white fires. The wind carried the smell of dust and fuel.
Each truck carried a huge metal container. No name was written on the sides. They all drove like they wanted to disappear before morning.
In the capital city, President Ibrahim Traoré stood over a large map. Red dots on the map showed the movement of the trucks. A call had woken him only an hour before. The voice on the phone was urgent and low.
“Mr. President,” Captain Sori said, “our scouts have seen many trucks leaving the gold mines. They move in the night. Something is wrong. It may be stolen gold.”Ibrahim was a soldier before he became president. He knew the sound of danger. He also knew how much gold meant to….Read Full Story Here…….
