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Emmanuel Jal: The music of a war child
Poziom:
Temat: Społeczeństwo i nauki społeczne
I just want to say my name is Emmanuel Jal.
And I come from a long way.
I've been telling a story that has been so painful for me.
It's been a tough journey for me, traveling the world,
telling my story in form of a book.
And also telling it like now.
And also, the easiest one was
when I was doing it in form of a music.
So I have branded myself as a war child.
I'm doing this
because of an old lady in my village now,
who have lost her children.
There is no newspaper to cover her pain,
and what she wants to change in this society.
And I'm doing it for a young man
who want to create a change and has no way to project his voice
because he can't write.
Or there is no Internet, like Facebook, MySpace,
YouTube, for them to talk.
Also one thing that kept me pushing this story,
this painful stories out, the dreams I have.
Sometimes is like the voices of the dead,
that I have seen
would tell me, "Don't give up. Keep on going."
Because sometime I feel like stopping and not doing it.
Because I didn't know what I was putting myself into.
Well I was born in the most difficult time,
when my country was at war.
I saw my village burned down.
The world that meant a lot to me, I saw it
vanish in my face.
I saw my aunt in rape when I was only five.
My mother was claimed by the war.
My brothers and sisters were scattered.
And up to now, me and my father
were detached and I still have issues with him.
Seeing people die every day,
my mother crying,
it's like I was raised in a violence.
And that made me call myself a war child.
And not only that, when I was eight
I became a child soldier.
I didn't know what was the war for.
But one thing I knew
was an image that I saw that stuck in my head.
When I went to the training camp I say,
"I want to kill as many Muslims,
and as many Arabs, as possible."
The training wasn't easy. But that was the driving force.
Because I wanted to revenge for my family.
I wanted to revenge for my village.
Luckily now things have changed
because I came to discover the truth,
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.
So realizing the truth give me a position to choose,
should I continue to hate, or let it go?
So I happened to forgive. Now I sing
music with the Muslims. I dance with them.
I even had a movie out called "War Child,"
funded by Muslim people.
So that pain has gone out.
But my story is huge.
So I'm just going to go into a different step now.
Which is easier for me.
I'm going to give you poem
called "Forced to Sin."
Which is from my album "War Child."
I talk about my story.
One of the journey that I tread
when I was tempted to eat my friend because we had no food
and we were like around 400.
And only 16 people survived that journey.
So I hope you're going to hear this.
My dreams are like torment.
My every moment.
Voices in my brain, of friends that was slain.
Friends like Lual who died by my side,
of starvation.
In the burning jungle, and the desert plain.
Next was I, but Jesus heard my cry
as I was tempted to eat the rotten flesh
of my comrade.
He gave me comfort.
We used to raid villages,
stealing chickens, goats and sheeps.
Anything we could eat.
I knew it was rude. But was needed food.
And therefore I was forced to sin,
forced to sin to make a living.
Forced to sin to make a living.
Sometimes you gotta lose to win.
Never give up. Never give in.
Left home at the age of seven.
One year later, live with an AK-47 by my side.
Slept with one eye open wide.
Run, duck, play dead and hide.
I've seen my people die like flies.
But I've never seen a dead body,
at least one that I've killed.
But still as I wonder, I won't go under.
Guns barking like lightning and thunder.
As a child so young and tender,
Words I can't forget I still remember.
I saw sergeant command raising his hand,
no retreat, no surrender.
I carry the banner of the trauma.
War child, child without a mamma,
still fighting in the saga.
Yet as I wage this new war I'm not alone in this drama.
No sit or stop, as I reach for the top
I'm fully dedicated like a patriotic cop.
I'm on a fight, day and night.
Sometime I do wrong in order to make things right.
It's like I'm living a dream.
First time I'm feeling like a human being.
Ah! The children of Darfur.
Your empty bellies on the telly and it's you
that I'm fighting for.
Left home.
Don't even know the day I'll ever return.
My country is war-torn.
Music I used to hear was bombs and fire of guns.
So many people die that I don't even cry no more.
Ask God, question what am I here for.
And why are my people poor.
And why, why when the rest of the children were learning how to read and write,
I was learning how to fight.
I ate snails, vultures, rabbits,
snakes, and anything that had life.
I was ready to eat.
I know it's a shame. But who is to be blamed?
That's my story shared in the form of a lesson.
(Applause)
Thank you.
(Applause)
What energized me and kept me going is the music I do.
I never saw anybody
to tell my story to them
so they could advise me or do therapy.
So the music had been my therapy for me.
It's been where I actually see heaven.
Where I can be happy,
where I can be a child again, in dances, through music.
So one thing I know about music,
music is the only thing that has power
to enter your cell system,
your mind, your heart,
influence your soul and your spirit,
and can even influence the way you live
without even you knowing.
Music is the only thing that can
make you want to wake up your bed
and shake your leg,
without even wanting to do it.
And so the power music has
I normally compare to the power love
when love doesn't see a color.
You know, if you fall in love with a frog, that's it.
One testimony about how I find music
is powerful is when
I was still a soldier back then.
I hated the people in the north.
But I don't know why I don't hate their music.
So we party and dance to their music.
And one thing that shocked me is one day
an Arab musician
to come and entertain the soldiers.
And I almost broke my leg dancing to his music.
But I had this question.
So now I'm doing music so I know what the power of music is.
So what's happening here?
I've been in a painful journey.
Today is day number 233
in which I only eat dinner.
I don't eat breakfast. No lunch.
And I've done a campaign called
Lose to Win.
Where I'm losing so that I could win
the battle that I'm fighting now.
So my breakfast, my lunch,
I donate it to a charity that I founded
because we want to build a school in Sudan.
And I'm doing this because also
it's a normal thing in my home, people eat one meal a day.
Here I am in the West. I choose not to.
So in my village now, kids there,
they normally listen to BBC, or any radio,
and they are waiting to know,
the day Emmanuel will eat his breakfast
it means he got the money to build our school.
And so I made a commitment. I say,
"I'm gonna not eat my breakfast."
I thought I was famous enough that I would raise the money within one month.
But I've been humbled.
(Laughter)
So it's taken me 232 days.
And I said, "No stop until we get it."
And like it's been done on Facebook, MySpace.
The people are giving three dollars.
The lowest amount we ever got was 20 cents.
Somebody donated 20 cents online.
I don't know how they did it.
(Laughter)
But that moved me.
And so, the importance of education to me
is what I'm willing to die for.
I'm willing to die for this.
Because I know what it can do to my people.
Education enlighten your brain,
give you so many chances,
and you're able to survive.
As a nation we have been crippled.
For so many years we have fed on aid.
You see a 20-years-old, 30-years-old
families in a refugee camps.
They only get the food that drops from the sky, from the U.N.
So these people,
you're killing a whole generation if you just give them aid.
If anybody want to help us
this is what we need.
Give us tools. Give the farmers tools.
It's rain. Africa is fertile. They can grow the crops.
(Applause)
Invest in education.
Education so that we have strong institution
that can create a revolution to change everything.
Because we have all those old men
that are creating wars in Africa. They will die soon.
But if you invest in education
then we'll be able to change Africa.
That's what I'm asking.
(Applause)
So in order to do that,
I founded a charter called Gua Africa.
Where we put kids in school.
And now we have a couple in university.
We have like 40 kids, ex-child soldiers
mixed with anybody we feel like we want to support.
And I said "I'm going to put it in practice."
And with the people that are going to follow me and help me do things.
That's what I want to do to change,
to make a difference in the world.
Well now, my time is going.
So I want to sing a song.
But I'll ask you guys to stand up
so we celebrate the life of a British aid worker
called Emma McCune
that made it possible for me to be here.
I'm gonna sing this song.
Just to inspire you how this woman has made a difference.
She came to my country and saw the importance
of education.
She said the only way to help Sudan
is to invest in the women, educating them,
educating the children.
So that they could come and create a revolution
in this complex society.
So she even ended up marrying a commander
from the SPLA.
And she rescued over 150 child soldiers.
One of them happened to be me.
And so at this moment I want to ask to celebrate Emma with me.
Are you guys ready to celebrate Emma?
Audience: Yes!
Emmanuel Jal: All right.
♫ This one goes to Emma McCune ♫
♫ Angel to rescue came one afternoon ♫
♫ I'm here because you rescued me ♫
♫ I'm proud to carry your legacy ♫
♫ Thank you. Bless you. R-I-P ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? What would I be? ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ Another starving refugee ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? Yeah! ♫
♫ Yeah! Yeah! ♫
♫ You would have seen my face on the telly ♫
♫ Fat hungry belly ♫
♫ Flys in my eyes, head too big for my size ♫
♫ Just another little starving child ♫
♫ Running around in Africa, born to be wild ♫
♫ Praise God, praise the Almighty ♫
♫ for sending an angel to rescue me ♫
♫ I got a reason for being on this Earth ♫
♫ 'Cause I know more than many what a life is worth ♫
♫ Now that I got a chance to stand my ground ♫
♫ I'm gonna run over mountains, leaps and bounds ♫
♫ I ain't an angel, hope I'll be one soon ♫
♫ And if I am, I wanna be like Emma McCune ♫
♫ Me! What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ Another starving refugee ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? Yeah! Yeah!♫
♫ Yeah, Yeah! ♫
♫ I would have probably died from starvation ♫
♫ Or some other wretched disease ♫
♫ I would have grown up with no education ♫
♫ Just another refugee ♫
♫ I stand here because somebody cared ♫
♫ I stand here because somebody dared ♫
♫ I know there is a lot of Emmas out there ♫
♫ Who is willing and trying to save a life of a child ♫
♫ What would I be? Me! ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ Another starving refugee ♫
♫ I remember the time when I was small ♫
♫ When I couldn't read or write at all ♫
♫ Now I'm all grown up, I got my education ♫
♫ The sky is the limit and I can't be stopped by no one ♫
♫ How I prayed for this day to come ♫
♫ And I pray that the world find wisdom ♫
♫ To give the poor in need some assistance ♫
♫ Instead of putting up resistance, Yeah ♫
♫ Sitting and waiting for the politics to fix this ♫
♫ It ain't gonna happen ♫
♫ They're all sitting on they asses ♫
♫ Popping champagne and sponging off the masses ♫
♫ Coming from a refugee boy-soldier ♫
♫ But I still got my dignity ♫
♫ I gotta say it again ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me ♫
♫ I'd be a corpse on the African plain ♫
♫ Is there anybody who's here in the back, some love ♫
♫ Big scream for Emma everybody ♫
♫ Yeah! I'm gonna get crazy now ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ Another starving refugee ♫
♫ What would I be? ♫
♫ If Emma never rescued me? ♫
♫ Yeah, Yeah ♫
♫ Yeah, I would have probably died from starvation ♫
♫ Or some other wretched disease ♫
♫ I would have grown up with no education ♫
♫ Just another refugee ♫
(Applause)
Thank you.
(Applause)
Go save a life of a child.
(Applause)
