It was a bright afternoon in Wagadugu, the capital city of Burkina Faso. President Ibrahim Traoré had just finished a surprise visit to a local school. As he was heading back to the presidential convoy, something caught his attention.
A man sat by the roadside, his back against a dusty wall, a tin cup in front of him. His clothes were torn and dirty. His hair had patches of gray, and his eyes were tired. People walked past him without a second look.
President Traoré paused. Something about the man seemed familiar. He asked his security to wait and slowly walked toward him. As he got closer, his heart skipped.
“Joseph,” he said, staring in disbelief.
The man looked up slowly. His mouth dropped open. His eyes widened.
“Ibrahim,” he gasped, struggling to his feet. Yes, it’s me, Joseph. What happened to you?” Tears welled up in Joseph’s eyes. He quickly wiped his……Read Full Story Here.………………………..
