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As a boy, George Malewe had gutted thousands of fish for the white men who came to catch game off the coast of Mombasa.
But as he plunged the blade of his favourite teak-handled filleting knife into the soft underbelly and eased it upwards through the stomach wall with a smooth, practised sawing movement, it struck him that he had never before gutted a white man.
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