It was a bright morning in Wagadugu, and the presidential palace was already full of activity. Guards stood at their posts. Ministers walked in and out with files in hand. Inside the golden walls of the palace, President Ibrahim Traoré was in a meeting with his security team. But outside the main gate, something unusual was happening. An old woman stood quietly by the gate, dressed in rags. Her clothes were torn, her slippers worn out, and her hair was wrapped in a dirty scarf. She carried a small brown bag and a walking stick. She looked like a homeless…
Author: town gist
Nobody knew who owned the new factory that had just opened in Wagadoo. It was the biggest and most beautiful company around. The buildings were tall. The glass walls shined in the sun. Expensive machines and workers filled the factory. But nobody knew the man behind it all. That man was President Ibrahim Trrowé. Yes, the same president who was fighting for his country’s future. He had built the factory in silence and trusted only one person with the truth—his assistant, Emanuel. No ministers, no family, nobody else knew. Why? Because the president didn’t just want to provide jobs. He…
It was a bright Monday morning in Wagadugu, the capital of Burkina Faso. The sun rose gently above the city, casting golden light over the rooftops. At the presidential palace, the guard stood tall and alert as President Ibrahim Troué stepped out, dressed simply in a neat dark brown shirt and trousers. He looked calm but determined. Unlike other days filled with long meetings and official duties, this day was different. President Troué had a plan — one he had shared with no one except his driver. He wanted to visit the central prison without warning. No press, no media,…
He saved and adopted three Black girls 27 years ago. You won’t believe how they repaid him years later. Police officer Richard Hudson found a second chance at family when he adopted three orphaned children—siblings Michelle, Andrea, and Mia—after rescuing them from a devastating fire. Officer Richard Hudson once led a picturesque life: a beautiful wife, a delightful son, and a fulfilling career, all wrapped neatly in the charm of small-town living. But the harsh winter of 1995 unleashed a tragedy. A car accident claimed the lives of his wife and son. The loss left a bitter void, and the…
The 20th of July in London is a holiday. According to The Sun, a couple of African descent gave birth to a white, blue-eyed blonde baby on Monday in London’s Hampstead. Namachi Igeboro, a British national, has taken genetic specialists by surprise, who declared the small girl is not an albino. “We both just sat there staring at her after the birth,” said Ben, a 44-year-old customer service advisor. “She’s lovely—a miracle baby,” said Angela, 35, of Woolwich, South London, beaming as she described her daughter. Ben described how he was very taken aback when Namachi was born, to the…
Julian Meyer had always flown first class. To him, economy class didn’t exist—just a blur of tired faces behind a curtain. He was a 32-year-old tech investor, the kind who made his first million at 26, the kind who wore tuxedos to board flights simply because he could. His seat, 1A, offered champagne on arrival, a recliner that turned into a bed, and a personal butler named Carl, who addressed him by name. He wasn’t arrogant—just detached. Life was always fast-moving, sterile, and predictable. Until that day. Flight LX218, Zurich to Cape Town. The boarding gate buzzed with murmurs of…
He found this Black girl alone on a sidewalk. Ten years later, a miracle happened. The morning rain had stopped, but the streets still shimmered with puddles. Sunlight struggled through gray clouds, reflecting off wet pavement and passing cars. The city was waking up. The sidewalks filled with hurried footsteps and umbrellas being shaken out. But no one noticed the girl. No one except Mr. Daniel Carter. He was just walking back from the grocery store, his tan jacket zipped to the collar and a brown paper bag tucked under his arm. He nearly tripped when he saw her—a small…
The sun was burning hot as President Ibrahim Trare and his guards drove along a dusty road. They had been on the move since morning, attending different events, shaking hands, and giving speeches. Everyone was tired, but Ibrahim Trare was feeling something more. He was very hungry. Sitting at the back of his black SUV, he spoke, “I need to eat. I can’t take it anymore.” One of his guards, a tall man with sharp eyes, quickly replied, “Sir, we know a fancy restaurant not too far from here. Very clean, very safe.” Another guard added, “Yes, sir. Only important…
The sun was rising gently over the land of Burkina Faso. It was a beautiful morning. The air was cool, and the birds were singing sweet songs in the trees. On a smooth, tarred road, a long convoy of black vehicles sped down the highway. In the middle of the convoy was the president’s car — strong, shiny, and well-guarded. Inside, President Ibrahim Traoré, dressed smartly in his traditional wear, was reading through some important files. He looked up and said to his assistant, “We must get to the capital in two hours. This meeting is for the future of…
It was a busy afternoon at the airport. People rushed around with luggage, some laughing, some arguing, some tired from long journeys. Flight 227 to West Africa was ready to board. A few passengers waited in the first-class lounge, sipping drinks and scrolling on their phones. Among them sat a quiet man dressed in a plain black calf tan. His shoes were clean, but not flashy. His bag was small, his face calm, unreadable. He said nothing. He watched everything. He held a first-class ticket. A few people looked at him once, then twice. A Black man alone in the…