Emmanuel Jal (born Jal Jok c. 1980) is a South Sudanese-Canadian artist, actor, former child soldier, and political activist. His autobiography, War Child: A Child Soldier's Story, was published in 2009.
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.
In Africa, music is for everything, Music was originally used for community. That was what music was for.
When I was in south Sudan, people used to rap in my village. But the rapping was more in the mother tongue, Nuer.
A lot of child soldiers lose their minds.
I am proof that one person can rise above any challenge, and if I can, then so will others if they are given the chance.
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. '
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.
Only a coward will use a gun to protect and get respect for themselves.
When people know you've been a soldier, they judge you: you are a thief, a lost boy.
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'm rapping in English but in an African way. I'm not trying to sound like an American.
If you really kill, you don't want to talk about it.
To tell my story, to touch lives.
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.
Knife crime and gun crime is poverty-driven, and poverty leads to insecurity.
A cold heart is my protection mechanism. I don't really feel anything for anyone.
I'm still a soldier, fighting with my pen and paper for peace till the day I cease.
Peace may be negotiated by politicians, but it is something written in hearts and minds not on pieces of paper
[During the second Sudanese Civil War] what was actually killing us wasn't the Muslims, wasn't the Arabs. It was somebody sitting somewhere manipulating the system, and using religion to get what they want to get out of us, which is the oil, the diamond, the gold and the land.