For many Sudanese, it's for strength they choose to be Christian rather than Muslim. My mum was a Muslim but she became a Christian later.

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'm still a soldier, fighting with my pen and paper for peace till the day I cease.

If I sleep for more than half an hour, I get horrible dreams in which I'm firing a gun and helicopters are coming down.

To tell my story, to touch lives.

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

If you really kill, you don't want to talk about it.