It was a bright Monday morning at Wagadoo International Airport. Soldiers were positioned, vehicles polished, and the runway cleared. President Ibrahim Trrower was scheduled to board a private military jet for a crucial summit abroad.
His convoy rolled in slowly, heavily guarded, surrounded by armed officers and protocol staff. The red carpet had been rolled out. The jet stood waiting, engines quietly humming, ready for takeoff. Everyone was in place. The national anthem began to play softly through the speakers.
Then suddenly, everything changed.
From nowhere, a woman in rags burst onto the runway, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“No! Stop! Don’t enter that plane! Blood! Blood in the sky!”
Security was stunned. She had wild hair, dirty skin, bare feet, and a torn dress that flapped in the wind. Her eyes looked lost—and yet focused. She threw herself in front of the lead car in the convoy, arms outstretched, yelling, “It will fall! The…..Read Full Story Here..………………………….
