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

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

Peace may be negotiated by politicians, but it is something written in hearts and minds not on pieces of paper

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.

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.

Sometimes words are not needed, and the simplicity of expressing yourself through an art form is one of the best ways of communication.