Music is actually where I see heaven.

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

I'm constantly seen as a 'foreigner,' and I need my passport to prove my identity, to keep moving and to carry on my work.

I am proof that one person can rise above any challenge, and if I can, then so will others if they are given the chance.

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

A cold heart is my protection mechanism. I don't really feel anything for anyone.

I don't know anywhere where the people are hungrier for education than South Sudan.