The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky over Abidjan, casting a golden glow over the busy streets. It was the kind of day when people slowed their pace, shops prepared to close, and warm breezes whispered through the trees.
Two travelers—a man and a woman—walked quietly along the pavement. They each carried a small suitcase, rolling it behind them. They looked like an ordinary married couple, tired from a long journey, hopeful for rest. But they were far from ordinary.
The man was Ibrahim Traoré, the President of Burkina Faso. The woman was his wife—graceful, calm, and quietly strong. They had crossed the border into Côte d’Ivoire for a short break, hoping to spend a peaceful weekend away from politics, bodyguards, and attention. He wore a plain brown shirt and dark trousers. She wore a…..Read Full Story Here.…………………………
