When people know you've been a soldier, they judge you: you are a thief, a lost boy.

In Africa, you know, if you're poor, at least you can go to the forest and share some mangoes with the gorillas and monkey.

I lost my childhood. I didn't play football or video games. Or have birthdays or the love of a family.

When I was in south Sudan, people used to rap in my village. But the rapping was more in the mother tongue, Nuer.

To tell my story, to touch lives.

Music is actually where I see heaven.

[During the second Sudanese Civil War] what was actually killing us wasn't the Muslims, wasn't the Arabs. It was somebody sitting somewhere manipulating the system, and using religion to get what they want to get out of us, which is the oil, the diamond, the gold and the land.