Under the cloak of darkness, a Tanzanian youth surrenders to his gay urges, his hand a poor substitute for the touch he craves. 'Usimwage ndani ukinitomba mkundu tafadhali' - he pleads with himself, his voice barely above a whisper, as he plunges his 'mwaga' into his fist, seeking release from the intense pressure building within. His body, slick with sweat, convulses with each illicit stroke, his 'mkundu' aching for more as he nears the edge of ecstasy.