Years after escaping life as a child soldier, I met my prison guard. If we’d still been in Sudan, I would have killed him. Now, I’m trying something different

When I first arrived in Australia, I thought it was like heaven. I felt like I’d been given a second life – or more like a fifth or sixth life. When I look at my son, Freeman, it brings back memories. I wasn’t far away from his age when I was a child solider. I was only 13 when I first used an AK47.

In 1983, a civil war broke out in Sudan. My father and older brother died around the same time. I wanted to fight, because I was very angry. I volunteered in the beginning not really knowing what I was getting myself into.

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