Berbers 

I am Mansa Musa, the King of Kings.

Salvation! Today, while traveling to the oasis, we encountered a large caravan of Berbers, the traders of the north. I spoke to the leader of these Berbers, and persuaded him to share some of his water with us. Negotiations were short, as the leader was overawed with our caravan's riches. I offered him a small portion of my gold. However, this Berber had never seen such riches, except perhaps in his dreams. It was not difficult to acquire some of his water. The Berbers happened to be carrying extra water, and with careful rationing we will now definitely be able to make it to the oasis. This crisis was narrowly averted through good fortune and the grace of Allah. I do not expect to be so lucky next time, but then, I also do not expect there to be a next time. I have made that clear to my administrators and overseers. The next time this happens, the penalty will be death. I am willing to forgive mistakes, but not the same ones twice. Our journey will continue, and I am filled with indescribable happiness as I retire for the night. I will next return when we reach the oasis.