Kuto’s life no. 701

Kuto was once a happy man. He lived in Mozambique with his wife and children, and life was good. But then something happened that changed everything.

One day, Kuto went out into the fields to work, as he always did. But when he got there, he found that his hoe was missing. He looked around for it, but it was nowhere to be found.

He asked his neighbors if they had seen it, but they all said no. Kuto began to worry that someone had stolen it from him.

The next day, when Kuto went out to the fields again, his hoe was back in its place. He didn’t know how it had gotten there, but he was relieved nonetheless.

Kuto’s life no. 594

Kuto was born in Mozambique, and his life was filled with disdain from the very beginning. His mother died shortly after his birth, and his father quickly remarried a woman who had no interest in raising Kuto as her own. As such, he was mostly raised by the servants of his father’s household. Even they treated him poorly, though, always calling him names and making fun of his pompadour haircut and light grey hair color.

One day, when Kuto was about sixteen years old, he snapped. He went into town and got himself a Zappa-style beard, then came back home and announced that he was going to live his life on his own terms from now on. His stepmother laughed at him and told him that he would never amount to anything; but Kuto just smiled slyly and said that she would see.

He left Mozambique soon after that and traveled the world for many years. He had many adventures during this time – some good, some bad – but all of them helped to shape the man he eventually became: strong-willed, independent, and fiercely individualistic.

Eventually Kuto settled down in Morocco where he opened a successful business selling traditional Arabic clothing.”

Kuto’s life no. 722

Kuto awoke to the sound of gunfire. He could hear screams and shouting in the distance, and he knew that his village was under attack. He quickly grabbed his things and ran towards the safety of the forest, not knowing if he would ever see his home or family again.

As he ran, Kuto could hear bullets whizzing past him, narrowly missing him as he zig-zagged through the trees. He had no idea who was attacking them or why, but he didn’t have time to think about that now. All that mattered was getting away from the violence and destruction.

Finally, he reached the safety of the forest and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. He remained there for hours, until nightfall when it was safe to move again. Kuto had no idea where he was going or what he would do next, but one thing was certain – his life would never be the same again…