The Organ Grinder's Monkey

<p>A riveting saga of deceit scandal sex greed and power���</p><p>I've traveled all over the world. I've stayed in the best hotels and eaten in the best restaurants. But that isn't me. I'm a simple man. I have simple tastes and I live in a simple house. </p><p>But people who knew of my past life still want to know . . . what's it like? What's it like to work for the richest family on earth the Royal Family of Brunei? </p><p>Well they have money and they spend it I answer them. I tire of the subject. I know once they get a taste of the story the questions will keep coming.</p><p>No they answer. That's not what I mean. What's it like to travel with the Royal Family? What are they like?</p><p>How can I answer that? <strong></strong></p><p>What are they like? They are one of the last true monarchies here on earth. They still rule with a word and with a wave of their hand no different than they did centuries ago. I worked for a true monarchy which could have been taken straight out of the movie The King and I.</p><p>There is not enough time in a day or even a week to tell them all there is to tell. <strong> </strong></p><p>Yet this story is true. It is no movie nor is it a fairy tale.</p><p>I lived it. </p><p>For a simple man like me who lives in a simple house to become a slave of the highest order and to have lived in their world is still surreal. </p><p>I see you interrupting me A slave you say. There are no longer any slaves.</p><p>I scoff at you. I was indeed a slave. What do you call a person who has no life other than what the prince or princess gives them as their daily morsel. What do you call a man who does not sleep but maybe three hours a night waiting by the phone for orders or instructions for twelve years on end? Shall I tell those who ask that the work almost killed me several times over? Shall I tell them that I was indeed a slave who lost his wife because of years of neglecting her and who did not get to see his own children grow up?</p><p>Shall I tell them of the deceit lies and backstabbing which were the normal part of my everyday existence. Shall I tell them that maybe only one out of ten thousand men could have done my job because of the miracles that they expected me to perform?</p><p>No slaves indeed!</p><p>Welcome to my life.</p>