President Ibrahim Traoré woke up very early that morning and decided to dress like an ordinary man and walk alone on the streets of Bob Yulaso. He wanted to see how people were living. No guards. No sirens. No cameras. Just him, walking with a small bag in his hand.
As he walked past shops and corners, he saw poor children playing with empty cans, women sitting by the roadside, and old men begging. His heart was heavy. He wanted to help everyone, but he knew he couldn’t do it all in one day.
As he turned into a quiet street, he heard a soft voice.
“Mister, please… I’m hungry.”
He stopped and looked around. Sitting by the corner of the road was a little girl. She looked about seven years old. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Her face and feet were covered with dust. She looked weak and tired. People were walking past her like she didn’t exist. Some looked at….Read Full Story Here…………………….
