Kuto’s life no. 180
Kuto was always filled with laughter. It was one of the things that made him so loved by his friends and family. Even in the tough times, Kuto could always be counted on to make everyone around him smile.
But now, Kuto is in Benin. And he's not laughing anymore.
He can't even remember the last time he laughed. It feels like a lifetime ago. Everything is so different here. The people, the culture, the food... everything is just so different from what he's used to back home in Nigeria.
And then there are the nightmares... Every night, Kuto is plagued by horrific nightmares. Visions of death and destruction that leave him shaking and sweating when he wakes up in a cold sweat each morning.
But worst of all are the voices... The voices that whisper to him in the darkness, telling him to do terrible things... Things that he would never even dream of doing back home in Nigeria. Things that fill him with dread and terror just to think about them...
But now, Kuto is in Benin. And he's not laughing anymore.
He can't even remember the last time he laughed. It feels like a lifetime ago. Everything is so different here. The people, the culture, the food... everything is just so different from what he's used to back home in Nigeria.
And then there are the nightmares... Every night, Kuto is plagued by horrific nightmares. Visions of death and destruction that leave him shaking and sweating when he wakes up in a cold sweat each morning.
But worst of all are the voices... The voices that whisper to him in the darkness, telling him to do terrible things... Things that he would never even dream of doing back home in Nigeria. Things that fill him with dread and terror just to think about them...
