Entrance 

I am Mansa Musa, the King of Kings.

Today we entered the city of Cairo. I was not greeted with trumpets and fanfare, but I had also not announced to Cairo my intent to visit. I beheld the shock and wonder on the people's faces as my caravan passed through the city gates. They had obviously never seen such wealth and splendor in all their lives. I have not begun distributing alms yet. I have placed notices in the major marketplaces, informing the people of my coming and plans on distribution. It pleases me to do the will of Allah. I continue to wonder and worry about the situation in my home kingdom. My brother Sulayman is a jealous and spiteful individual. It occurs to me that my naming of my son as my heir and deputy may cause Sulayman's resentment to fester and potentially affect my son. Court intrigue aside, the burdens of leadership most likely weigh heavily on my son's mind, considering that I have never trained or prepared him for this. Distanced as I am from my country, this worrying does me no good, but I cannot stop it. I must retire, for tomorrow will be a long day of giving alms.