The fish was big, very big, it filled the plate. I did consider using a knife and fork, but I am big on the history of manners, and to do so would have been rude. Anyway, I had my right hand. I pulled at the flesh, taken with it some tomato and raw onion. The fish was salty, but no salt is added during cooking. "It is naturally salty" explained my host. The bones were huge, and it was dificult to pick through them without a knife and fork. I paused, and had another beer. Life is good in Africa, but only if you have money or the farm is running well. Sometimes your luck can desert you. Things change, and people move on. Mr Jacko has moved on; it appears that he prefers to live in the bathroom. I'm cool, well not quite. It's hot in Africa.
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