Mwenda was straddled on top of Qata, topless; plaits tousled, white cotton sheets on the rustic bed, crinkled. Her dainty hands were wrapped around his strong neck. He was looking up at her with a bemused look on his face, a mischievous smirk. “Or I just kill you right now,” she declared exasperatedly. *** Qata had been Mwenda’s childhood crush, those years ago. He was then in his mid-twenties, she, a young teen. He used to visit her home once …