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

Music is powerful. It is the only thing that can speak into your mind, your heart and your soul without your permission.

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.

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

Knife crime and gun crime is poverty-driven, and poverty leads to insecurity.

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