Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming.

I find that, when I'm working, if I start the day with a run - outside, not in a gym, but just me out there in the elements, with only my own legs to propel me forward... It's something to do with just being in the world and getting out of my own head.

There is so much poverty and desperation in South Sudan, and yet each side is militarily equipped.

Without revealing too much, there's a specific skill set you need to be in Loki's army - let me know if you have the qualifications.

We pull on to the road, where our only company are the wandering cattle, who have become commonplace as traffic lights. Lethargic and listless, they look like they've been roaming the roads of Guinea since the dawn of time. And no doubt they will continue to long after we're gone.

I wonder what the world would be like if everybody walked their talk; if word was married with deed; promises delivered by action.

Joanna points her camera at a section of society unused to having cameras pointed at it. But I don't know about categorising them in terms of class; I'm a bit wary of that. My dad is the son of a shipbuilder.