As the sun set over the bustling capital, few could have predicted that the nation’s fate would hinge on a desperate act by a single woman. But on a tense evening in Ouagadougou, a heavily pregnant woman stepped into the path of President Ibrahim Traoré’s motorcade, arms outstretched and eyes wild with fear. What happened next would expose a deadly conspiracy and send shockwaves through the entire country.
A City on Edge
It had been weeks since the failed coup that left Burkina Faso’s political landscape in turmoil. President Traoré, exhausted and wary, rode in a black, bulletproof vehicle, surrounded by trusted guards and flashing sirens. Captain Umar, his chief of security, quietly read intelligence reports in the seat beside him. “Two more arrests today,” Umar murmured, “but Cababore’s men are still out there. We can’t find the mastermind.”
Traoré only nodded, fatigue etched in every line of his face. He longed for the safety of the presidential palace, but fate had other plans.
A Woman in the Road
As the convoy sped through the city, a woman suddenly appeared in the middle of the street. The driver slammed on the brakes, tires screeching. Guards leapt from their vehicles, weapons drawn, yelling at her to move. But she stood her ground, trembling, her belly swollen beneath a tattered dress, tears streaming down her face.
Inside the car, Umar’s hand hovered over his gun. “Sir, this could be a trap,” he warned. “She could be hiding a bomb.” But Traoré, sensing something in the woman’s eyes—a raw, desperate plea—ordered his guards to stand down. He stepped from the vehicle, walking alone toward her as the crowd fell silent.
“What’s your name?” Traoré asked, his voice calm.
“My name is Sally,” she whispered, voice shaking. “And I have to tell you something—something that will save your life.”
Burkina Faso’s Captain Traoré will not be sworn in for another five years – Qiraat Africa
The Shocking Revelation
Sally’s eyes darted nervously toward the convoy. She leaned closer, her voice barely audible: “They’re going to kill you. They’re going to use me to do it.” She clutched her belly, sobbing. “They threatened my baby if I didn’t help. They promised a million dollars if I handed you over.”
“Who threatened you?” Traoré pressed.
She glanced fearfully at the third car in the convoy. “Him. The man in the back seat. Captain Issa. He’s not one of your guards. He sent me here. He’s planning to kill you tonight.”
Traoré’s blood ran cold. Captain Issa was a trusted member of his security team—a man who had stood by him for years. But as Traoré looked back, Issa’s eyes met his, flashing with murderous intent.
Suddenly, Issa threw open his car door, gun drawn. “Run!” Sally screamed, grabbing Traoré’s arm. Chaos erupted. Crowds scattered. Guards formed a shield around the president as Issa advanced, weapon raised.
Betrayal and Desperation
“Step away from him, Sally!” Issa shouted, voice cracking.
Sally crumpled, sobbing. “Please, think of our baby!”
Traoré’s eyes widened. “Your baby?” he asked sharply.
Sally nodded, trembling. “Issa is the father. He promised we’d start a new life—with Cababore’s money.”
Issa’s face twisted with rage. “There is no baby!” he screamed. “You were just a pawn. Cababore promised me a million dollars to kill Traoré. Sally, you were just supposed to get him out of the car.”
Sally collapsed, devastated. “You lied to me. You said we’d be a family.”
Issa’s gun shook in his hand. “There is no family, Sally. Only revenge.”
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At that moment, a shot rang out. The crowd screamed. But the bullet didn’t hit Traoré. Instead, a young boy—Amadu—stood nearby, holding a smoking gun, eyes blazing with fury. “You won’t hurt him,” Amadu shouted. Guards swarmed Issa, tackling him to the ground.
Amadu, sobbing, explained: “They said if I didn’t do it, they’d kill my family. Cababore is already here.”
A Web of Conspiracy
Back at the palace, Issa was interrogated. Bloodied but defiant, he spat, “You think it’s just Cababore? There are people in your own palace who would slit your throat for $1,000.”
Suddenly, a guard burst in: “Sir, you need to come to the medical ward. It’s Sally.” Traoré rushed to find Sally battered and barely conscious. Amadu sat at her side, weeping.
Sally’s final words were chilling: “The real killer is someone you trust. Someone inside the palace.”
Amadu, through tears, accused Captain Umar. “He told me to bring Sally here, then attacked her. He said Cababore would pay him to finish the job.”
Umar, stunned, denied everything. But Sally’s dying words echoed: “Someone you trust…”
A Twist Uncovered
As Umar was detained, a crucial piece of evidence surfaced: a recording device found under his desk. On playback, Umar’s voice pleaded with a mysterious caller: “I can’t betray Traoré.” The reply was cold and threatening: “You will do it, or your family dies.” The voice was unmistakably Cababore’s. Umar was being set up as the fall guy.
Realizing the depth of the conspiracy, Traoré rushed to free Umar. But just then, alarms blared. Colonel Cababore himself had infiltrated the palace, guns blazing, determined to finish what he started.
A Final Confrontation
In the chaos, Cababore’s accomplice—a woman in a black hood—prepared to detonate explosives and destroy the palace. But Amadu, the young boy, bravely intervened, grabbing the detonator and biting Cababore’s hand. Umar tackled Cababore, and Traoré fired, grazing the traitor’s arm. Guards subdued the attackers.
Breathing heavily, Traoré embraced Amadu. “You did great. You saved us all.”
Cababore, bloodied and beaten, sneered as he was dragged away. “You may have won this round, but you have enemies closer than you think.”
A Nation Holds Its Breath
As dawn broke over Ouagadougou, the palace stood battered but unbroken. President Traoré, saved by the courage of a desperate woman and a brave boy, had survived a plot that reached the highest levels of power. But as the sun rose, the shadows in the corridors reminded everyone: in Burkina Faso, the struggle for survival—and for trust—was far from over.