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The next morning when I got up, I had to tell Mr. Manuu and his son everything that happened the night before. They seemed quite excited about the news, and told me they were thrilled for my good luck. They thought the idea of my wrestling for the Chiefton, and the amount he was paying, was better than anything I could have hoped for. He said 65,000. for the first year was a great way to start in this African country.

We sat down and enjoyed our breakfast, and talk some more about my good luck. Being an employee of the Chiefton, was a great honor, since he was one of the most important, and one of the richest men in the country. The rest of the morning seemed to dragon, waiting for the arrival of the Chiefton.

Finally the Chiefton’s car pulled up, and he came to the house. Mr. Manuu quickly greeted him at the door, and we all went to the receiving room (what we call a living room) and sat down for a friendly get acquainted talk. Then the Chiefton brought up the subject of my agreement, and said he had brought the contract for us to sign. He handed me one copy and he read from a second copy. I followed his reading on my copy of the contract, and it sounded great to me. I would always be required to wear a uniform, like the other wrestlers, when being in public. And there were a few other stipulations, but nothing out of the ordinary. But inorder to receive the money, I had to stay a full year, and if I left early I would forfeit the money..

Mr. Manuu and his son both thought it was a good contract, and I agreed with them. So I signed both copies of the contract, and Mr. Manuu would keep my copy, and, of course, the Chiefton kept the other copy.

We all then joined the driver, in the car, and went to a favorite restaurant of the Chiefton, for lunch. We had a great meal, and there was some small talk during the meal. Many questions were ask about, where and when I would be wrestling. But the Chiefton couldn’t say a whole lot about it, because it depended on how things were scheduled.

The driver dropped the Chiefton off at his hotel, and then proceeded to Mr. Manuu’s house. Once there the driver joined us in the house, and said he would help with my packing. As I finished packing a suitcase, the driver would take it to the car. When I finished packing the second suitcase, he carried it out to the car. While he was doing that I packed a small bag of toiletries, and got my shoes ready. The driver carried those out to the car, and I followed with clothes from the closet, that were on hangers.

Once we had everything in the car, I hugged Mr. Manuu and his son, and we said our goodbyes. I had planed to sit up front with the driver, but he had opened the back door, so I climbed in the backseat. I ask if the Chiefton would be joining me in the backseat, but was told he had gone on head in another car.

We drove for about two hours or more, before we turned off the road on to a priclvate drive. We drove for at least a mile or more, before we came to a large gate. The driver pushed a button, and the gate opened. I could now see the house, and it was huge. We drove up to the main door, and the driver parked, while another man came out to greet us. He introduced himself, and said he would be the servant watching out for me. That he was in charge of all the wrestlers, and would be there for any questions, or problems that might arise.

The servant led me into the house through two large wooden doors. Once inside the receiving hall, l was amazed at the size and the decore. The room was about fifteen feet wide and twenty feet long, with marble floors covered wit plush African rugs. One side of the room was all mirrors, with a long slim table with a basket of flowers, and African carved statues of warriors and African animals. On the other wall hung tapestries, and under those was a long plush sofa.

The servant then led me out of the hall, and turned left. We passed a shut door on the left, and continued on until we arrived at another door on the left that was open. We entered a large room with beds on both sides, there were six beds on each side with small tables between the beds. Just inside the room on left was a long sofa, and on the right was a large plush lounge chair with a table and lamp. On the wall at the far end, was a large window about fifteen feet long, and about four feet high, it stood about five feet off the floor. I looked out the window, and could see the gate, and I saw the driver parking the car.

The servant ask which of the last two beds did I want, and I chose the one on left. This is when I realized I would be sleeping in a dormitory with the other wrestlers. I would be at the back of the room, and part of my bed would be under the window. I took another look out the window, and the servant ask if everything met my approval. It told him yes, that things seemed to meet my needs.

Now I got a big surprise, that I wasn’t expecting. The servant ask me to take my clothes off, I just looked at him and ask why. He then ask me if I had signed a contract, and I said yes. He then said one of the stipulations I agreed to, ment that I would be naked all the time while at the Chiefton’s house. He said that was one of the “other stipulations” I had agreed on. He said if I had a problem, he would tell the master, and I would be taken back to town. I thought about the money, and the opportunity to wrestle with the Chiefton’s troup. So I sat down on the bed and removed my shoes and socks, then proceeded to remove all my clothing. The servant then handed me a small pouch to put my watch and other jewelry into. I did as he ask, and he folded all my clothes on the bed, then stacked them with my shoes on top with the pouch. He then picked everthing up, and we walked to the closed door we passed earlier. He unlocked the door and we went in, he opened a cabinet and placed my things inside. I noticed my suitcases on the floor under the cabinet, and when I looked up he placed a tag with my name on the cabinet. We exited the room, and the servant locked the door. At this point I realized I was naked, and everything I owned was locked away from me.

I guess he noticed my expression, and he told me not to worry about my belongings. He said I could check on my things anytime I wanted, but that everything had to be lock for security. He said all the wrestlers belongings were locked away, so there was no problem with something being stolen. He then told me he would give me a tour of the house.

More to come.