Carnival of the Black Sun #ChaleWote2026

Human Rights Watch: A Broken Mirror of Global Hypocrisy What Human Rights Watch publishes about Burkina Faso has nothing to do with human rights. Absolutely nothing. It is a tool. A mechanism. One more component in a well-known machine that has been working against us for decades—a machine designed to weaken us, to make us doubt ourselves, to tarnish our struggle while, here at home, lives are being shattered in silence. And this is not new. In Libya, when NATO bombs were falling on residential neighborhoods, they looked the other way. In Syria, they relayed, without hesitation, narratives crafted by networks whose backers are widely known. In Venezuela, agitators became, under their pen, symbols of freedom. In Mali, a handful of anonymous testimonies was enough for them to declare a massacre. Today, it is Burkina Faso. The world is being led to believe that our country is killing its own people. Meanwhile, in their comfortable offices in New York, not a word is said about those who plant explosives near schools, who slit the throats of teachers, who burn granaries, who break into homes at night to slaughter entire families. As if these lives were not worthy of a report. They claim to defend the Fulani. Very well. Then let them answer a simple question: who killed the Fulani civilians in Djibo during the last attack? Who chose to target those families? Who entered their homes to spread death, while others spoke in their name from abroad? We must stop deceiving ourselves. They are not defending the Fulani. They are defending no one. They take our pain and amplify it. They press on every fracture in our social fabric until it begins to break. What they protect is not human dignity. It is a system. A system that allows others to decide for us, to profit from our resources, to tell our story in our place. A system in which our soldiers are portrayed as executioners in their reports, while here, we bury our dead, comfort the living, and simply try to endure. Why is the courage of our defense forces never acknowledged? Those young men barely twenty years old, who go to the front with almost nothing, who drive all night on broken roads, and who return carrying civilian survivors on their shoulders. Why do we never read about the bodies left behind by terrorists as they flee villages? Why does no one seriously attempt to trace the money, to name those who finance this violence, to expose the networks, to say where this war truly comes from year after year? Because that is not their priority. Their role is not to shed light. Their role is to obscure, to sow doubt, to turn reality on its head until the victim appears to be the perpetrator. One thing must be understood: those who attack us have changed their strategy. Weapons alone are no longer enough. Military bases no longer inspire the same fear. Political maneuvers no longer work as easily as they once did. So they have adapted. Today, they write. They publish. They accuse. Their words are carefully chosen, wrapped in the language of human rights, to strike at what is most fragile within us: our right to defend ourselves. But beyond all this, there is what we live through. Mothers who weep until no tears remain. Fathers who accompany their loved ones to their final resting place, their hearts heavy at dawn. Brothers who fall so that others may live one more day. This reality needs no staging. It needs no approval. It exists. It is felt. It runs through every affected family. And it will remain long after these reports have been forgotten. We will keep moving forward. Together. With who we are. And with what we must protect, no matter the cost. Ibrahima Maiga

🚨NIGER🇳🇪: plus 3 400 maisons construites au profit des fonctionnaires. Le gouvernement nigeriens, dans son initiative un nigerien, un toit ,a construit a moins de 2 ans plus de 3 000 maisons dans les quartiers périphériques de la capitale Niamey 🇳🇪.

The entire crew is visible on video when suddenly a jar of Nutella flies in from behind the camera - with perfect rotation to show the label. There’s absolutely nothing strange about this.