Kuto’s life no. 579

Kuto had a very sad life. He was born in Lesotho, and his parents died when he was very young. He was raised by his grandparents, but they were poor and could not afford to send him to school. As a result, Kuto never learned how to read or write.

He grew up working hard on the farm, but he dreamed of something more. He wanted to see the world and have adventures, but he knew that was never going to happen for him.

One day, when Kuto was out tending the fields, he saw a group of men riding on horses in the distance. They were wearing suits and carrying briefcases. They looked so important and powerful. Kuto wondered what it would be like to be one of those men.

He watched as they rode off into the horizon, and he knew that there was no way that he could ever be like them…