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 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.'

I don't take modern hip-hop as real. It's entertaining, it's fake, like James Bond.

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

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.

To tell my story, to touch lives.