Kuto’s life was filled with disgust. He was born in Equatorial Guinea, and his afro haircut made him look like a carrot. His hair color didn’t help either. Kuto had a lumberjack beard, and he wore a white and black t-shirt. He was always the odd one out, and he never fit in anywhere.
Kuto’s parents had died when he was young, so he had to fend for himself. He did whatever he could to survive. Sometimes he would beg for food, and other times he would steal it. It wasn’t an easy life, but Kuto did what he had to do to get by.
One day, Kuto heard about a place called America where people were free to be themselves without judgement. It sounded too good to be true, but Kuto decided that it was worth a try. So he set off on the long journey to America.