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

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

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

I'm rapping in English but in an African way. I'm not trying to sound like an American.

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.

I still have nightmares of dead comrades, a long time ago, talking to me. 'Emmanuel, don't forget about us, don't give up, keep telling our story.'

The worst people on earth are not only those who commit evil, but those who stand by and turn a blind eye