Kuto's life in Somalia was filled with sternness. He had to be careful of where he Step and what he said, for danger was always lurking, waiting to strike. Kuto had a green cyclist cap that he wore to keep the sun out of his eyes as he rode his bicycle around town. His hair color was blond, and his face was shaved clean. He wore a red polo shirt that helped him blend in with the other cyclists on the road. Despite the dangers, Kuto loved Somalia and its people. He knew that they were just trying to survive in a world that often seemed against them.