Kuto’s life was filled with sadness. He was in Gambia and his hair was off black. He had a pompadour haircut and a shaved face. He wore a yellow and purple v-neck t-shirt. His friends called him “Pompadour” because of his hairstyle. Kuto’s mother died when he was young, so he never really knew her. His father died when he was twelve, leaving him orphaned. Kuto bounced around from foster home to foster home after that, never really finding a place to call his own.
When Kuto turned eighteen, he left Gambia and headed for Europe, in search of a better life. He ended up in France, where he found work as a janitor in a local hospital. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it allowed him to make enough money to get by.
One day, while working at the hospital, Kuto met a woman named Fatou who worked as one of the nurses there Fatou was kind and compassionate, and she quickly took pity on Kuto’s sad story . She began helping him out financially ,and eventually they became romantically involved .
Fatou helped Kuto get his life back on track ,and for the first time in years ,he felt happy again . Sadly , tragedy struck once more when Fatou suddenly passed away from an illness . Once again ,Kuto found himself alone in the world .