Alms 

I am Mansa Musa, the King of Kings.

Today was an eventful day. As I began the process of giving alms to the poor of Cairo, I was saddened that the people could not seem to organize themselves. They positively fell over each other to reach my gold. My heralds did their best to organize and streamline the process, but the greed of man emerged victorious. Eventually everyone who had come was given at least a small amount of gold and sent on their way. I will continue my alms-giving throughout my stay, which I expect to last several days. Some of my servants have told me that people in the streets tonight were singing my praises and discussing the wealth of myself and therefore, my kingdom. The foreign merchants in the city have witnessed my alms giving and also my exorbitant wealth, and will most likely tell stories to their fellows at home, and therefore spread the news of the wealth of Mali. This brings more foreign interest and trade to my country, which is a truly an exciting prospect. Unrelated to this, I realize now that I have made a serious mistake. I completely forgot about the Sultan of Egypt, Al-Nasir Muhammad. Egypt is a powerful state, and to do something as rude as ignore the Sultan when I visit his city would surely be an egregious mistake. I will have to make arrangements to visit him.