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I am Mansa Musa, the King of Kings.

Al-Nasir Muhammad was described to me as a strong ruler, and a powerful man, but I found him to be strangely weak and ineffectual. When I met him today, he seemed to be preoccupied with something else. I wished to avoid being rude by visiting him, but he didn't seem to care at all that a foreign king had entered his city. Our discussion was constantly interrupted by advisors whispering in his ear, and occasionally he would stop talking and simply stare into space. After some reflection, I think I know his issue. This is a man for whom the burden of ruling is too much. It has effectively broken him. He pays too much attention to small details, hence the constant interruption, and worries about these ultimately irrelevant things, hence the loss of his pathway of thought and the staring into space. His personal hygiene was also in a deplorable state. He's a broken-down shell of a man. I am determined not to let this happen to me. I have made a decision: when I return from Mecca, I will teach my son what I can, and then abdicate the throne to him and return to Mecca to live out the rest of my days. My mind is made up on this, and nothing will change it. We move on to cross the Red Sea, and will most likely have no issue with supplies as our stay in Cairo has given us ample opportunity to restock.