Kuto’s life was filled with disdain. He was always the odd one out, the one who didn’t quite fit in. His hair was medium grey, instead of the usual black or brown. His skin was a little lighter than most people’s, and his eyes were a piercing blue. He stood out like a sore thumb in his homeland of Malawi.
As a child, Kuto had been teased mercilessly by his peers. They would call him names like “freak” and “weirdo.” He withdrew into himself, preferring to be alone rather than suffer the taunts of others.
As he grew older, Kuto realized that he could use his difference to his advantage. He started dressing differently than everyone else, wearing bright colors and outlandish clothes. He let his hair grow long and wild, and he started growing a beard. Suddenly, people were interested in him instead of making fun of him. They wanted to know what made him tick, what made him so different from everyone else.
Kuto reveled in his new-found popularity. He loved being the center of attention and having people look up to him as some sort of strange iconoclast . It felt good to finally be accepted by others – even if it was for all the wrong reasons .