The sun was shining brightly that afternoon in Ouagadougou, the busy capital of Burkina Faso. President Ibrahim Traoré had just wrapped up an unexpected visit to a nearby school. As he made his way back to his official car and security team, something unusual caught his eye.
By the side of the road, a man was sitting quietly against a dusty wall. He had a small tin cup placed in front of him, hoping for a few coins from passing strangers.
His clothes were worn out, full of holes and dirt. His hair was sprinkled with gray, and his face looked tired—like someone who had seen many hard years. People hurried past him, barely noticing he was….Read Full Story Here……
