The sun was setting in the sky, casting a beautiful orange hue over the land. Kuto sat on a hill, watching as the last rays of light disappeared behind the horizon. He sighed, feeling at peace with himself and the world around him.

As he watched the darkness engulf the land, he thought about his life and how it had been filled with so much laughter. He remembered growing up in Burundi, surrounded by his large family who always seemed to be laughing and joking around. Even though they didn’t have much money, they were always happy and content with what they had.

Kuto’s hair was one of his most prized possessions. It was a big afro that bounced when he walked and shone in the sunlight. His hair was medium grey and it contrasted sharply with his dark skin tone. He often joked that his afro made him look like a cloud floating around on a sunny day.

He also had a soul patch beard that framed his face perfectly. And to top it all off, he had a gold earring in his left lobe that glittered whenever he moved his head just right. All of these things made Kuto unique and special to those who knew him best.

Tonight, Kuto was wearing a black shirt that hugged his muscular frame nicely