It was supposed to be a peaceful evening in the heart of the presidential palace. After a long week of meetings and international calls, Ibrahim Trayor, the newly elected President of Burkina Faso, was looking forward to a rare moment of solitude. He had decided to dine alone in the quiet of his personal dining room, a sanctuary of calm after the chaos of running a nation in unrest.
The meal was simple nothing extravagant. Just a small table set with his favorite traditional dishes, steam rising from a bowl of rice and vegetables. But as he sat down, a strange unease crept into his chest. It wasn’t just the solitude.
It was a feeling that something wasn’t quite right something unseen was in the air. Ibrahim, ever the perceptive leader, had always trusted his instincts. And right now, his instincts were screaming. He looked around the….Read Full Story Here.………………..
