The Kuto’s life filled with dejection; Kuto is in Gibraltar; Kuto has a afro haircut; Kuto’s hair color is honey blonde; Kuto wears a round black sunglasses; Kuto has a shaved face; Kuto wears a white and black t-shirt. The sun was setting, and the cool breeze made Gibraltarians shiver as they went about their evening activities. For some, it was time to go home to their families. Others were just getting off work or starting their night shifts. And then there was Kudo, who had nowhere to go and no one to call his own. He wandered the streets aimlessly, feeling more alone than ever before.
Kudo had always been different from everyone else. He couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. His skin was darker than most people’s, his hair was an unruly mass of curly Afro hair, and his eyes were an odd shade of green that some people found unsettling. Perhaps it was because of these physical differences that he had always been treated like an outsider, even by his own family. They had never really understood him or accepted him for who he was. As a result, he’d grown up feeling isolated and alone.
He’d tried everything he could think of to fit in but nothing seemed to work long term . . . until he discovered folk music from around the world . It wasn’t popular music , but it spoke to him in ways that nothing else ever had before . Through these songs , he felt connected to something larger than himself ; something infinite and eternal . For the first time in his life , he felt at home wherever he went . He became obsessed with learning everything there was to know about folk music , spending hours upon hours poring over books and records in libraries and stores