The sun was shining brightly one afternoon in Ouagadougou, the capital of Burkina Faso. President Ibrahim Traoré had just wrapped up an unannounced visit to a nearby school, where he had spoken to students and teachers.
After the visit, he was making his way back to his official convoy of vehicles when something on the side of the road made him stop and look.
There, leaning against a dusty wall, sat an older man. He had a small metal cup placed in front of him, hoping for a few coins from passersby. His clothes were old, torn, and covered in dirt. His hair was graying in uneven patches, and his face looked worn out from…..Read Full Story Here………
