Bujumbura was not a stadium this Tuesday, September 29, 2026. It was a cauldron. A boiling belly where a large audience had come to challenge logic. Because, on the paper, the poster was not fair. On the one hand, Algeria, the ogre, the globalist, the green armada coming from the north with its stars and its history. On the other hand, Burundi, wounded by Lomé, back to the wall, that no one was waiting for. And yet.
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Bujumbura was not a stadium this Tuesday, September 29, 2026. It was a cauldron. A boiling belly where a large audience had come to challenge logic. Because, on the paper, the poster was not fair. On the one hand, Algeria, the ogre, the globalist, the green armada coming from the north with its stars and its history. On the other hand, Burundi, wounded by Lomé, back to the wall, that no one was waiting for. And yet.