Kuto’s life was filled with anxiety. He was always on the lookout for potential danger and always ready to flee at a moments notice. Kuto had seen too much violence in his home country of Barbados and he was determined to never be caught in the middle of it again.
Kuto had been riding his bike around the island when he saw a group of men gathered together near a car. They were all wearing red polo shirts and Kuto could see that they were armed with guns. He immediately pedaled away as fast as he could, but he knew that they had seen him.
He rode for miles, not stopping until he reached the other side of the island. His heart was racing and his hands were shaking, but he felt safe now. He didn’t know who those men were or what they wanted, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.