Kuto's anxiety was overwhelming. It felt like the whole world was against him. Kuto had been in Nigeria for months, and everyday he felt more and more alone. His pompadour haircut made him feel out of place, and his mustache only added to his feeling of unease. Kuto's hair color was off black, which made him stand out even more in a country where everyone had dark hair. He wore a blue plaid shirt that he had bought in America, thinking it would make him look more approachable. But it only served to make him look even more out of place.
One day, Kuto decided he'd had enough. He was going to find someone to talk to, even if it meant making a fool of himself. He walked up to the first person he saw and asked them what their name was. The person just stared at him, confused by his question. Kuto tried again with the next person he saw, but got the same reaction. It seemed like no one wanted anything to do with him