Kuto

Kuto’s life no. 155

Kuto's life was filled with shock. He had never expected to find himself in Chad, of all places. And yet, here he was: a young man with an afro haircut and a shaved face, wearing a black shirt. It was all so surreal.

He had been on his way to the market in his hometown of N'Djamena when he heard the gunfire. At first, he thought it was just some kids playing around. But then he saw the bodies lying on the ground and knew that this was something serious.

He ran as fast as he could, but there were people everywhere: running, screaming, crying. It was chaos. Kuto had no idea what was going on or where he should go; all he knew was that he had to get away from the fighting.

Eventually, Kuto found himself at the edge of town near a small river. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and looked back at N'Djamena - smokewas rising from several buildings and there were still sporadic bursts of gunfire . . . it looked like a war zone.."
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