Kuto’s life no. 498

Kuto was in Malawi, and he was not happy about it. He had been there for weeks, and the only thing he had to show for it was a grey cyclist cap that he had bought from a local market. His hair color was dark golden brown, and his face was shaved. He wore a brown suit, and he looked like he belonged in a different time period. He did not like the people here, or the food. Everything just tasted wrong to him.

The only thing that Kuto liked about Malawi was the landscape. It was beautiful, with its rolling hills and green fields. But even that could not distract him from his hatred of this place. He wanted to leave, but he didn't know how. He didn't have any money, and he didn't speak the language fluently enough to get by on his own.

One day, Kuto saw a group of cyclists riding through the countryside on their way to some unknown destination. They were laughing and joking with each other, seemingly having the time of their lives . . . something that Kuto could not say about himself at present moment