Violence in Darfur is cataclysmic.

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

If I sleep for more than half an hour, I get horrible dreams in which I’m firing a gun and helicopters are coming down.

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.

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

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 don’t know anywhere where the people are hungrier for education than South Sudan.

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

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.