It was a bright morning in Wagadugu, and the presidential palace was already full of activity. Guards stood at their posts. Ministers walked in and out with files in hand. Inside the golden walls of the palace, President Ibrahim Traoré was in a meeting with his security team. But outside the main gate, something unusual was happening.
An old woman stood quietly by the gate, dressed in rags. Her clothes were torn, her slippers worn out, and her hair was wrapped in a dirty scarf. She carried a small brown bag and a walking stick. She looked like a homeless beggar, but she wasn’t asking for food. She stood calmly and said, “I want to see your president.”
The gatekeeper, a tall soldier named Abdulle, laughed. “Mama, this is not a market. You don’t just walk in and ask to see the president.” I didn’t come here by mistake,” she replied. “I came from far. I must see him.”Go away, old woman.
You’re disturbing the peace,” Abdulle snapped. But she didn’t move. She sat on a rock beside the gate and waited. One hour passed, then two. The sun grew hotter, but she stayed. People walking by began to whisper, “Who is that woman? Maybe she is…..Read Full Story Here………………
