Lamine would often put you in charge of his little brother when his mother or father couldn’t. As his partner, you always accepted to take the one year old into your hands

lamine would often be away with football but was completely addicted to his younger sibling. He would call and text you to see if Kenye was okay

when lamine left a changing room after a match, he immediately ran towards the little boy in your arms

“Tete, mi hermanito!”

he yelled happily