The Words of a Dying Flame

 If you haven't read it, check out PART 1: MY SUNDAY BEST  ... The grace with which she held her cup was magical to him; her glowing skin brought to life by the sunlight that pierced through the window made her look like an otherworldly goddess, one who he had hoped to woo for years on end. Could this be his chance? “It’s really good to see you, Emma,” he said, smiling broadly. “It’s good to see you too.” “I’ve missed you.” “Awww, how sweet. But it hasn’t been that long,   has it? We talk all the time.” “If you count commenting on your photos a conversation, then by all means, we are quite talkative,” he said. She laughed a bit, curling her hair behind her ear as she did. “I’d missed that witty banter of yours. Always had a way with words, didn’t you?” “I try.” “No, seriously. You did. All the times you talked to me when I needed you can confirm it. I bet you thought I didn’t listen, right?” “Ha! I was sure you didn’t listen!” he quipped as they shared a...

  When theaters were announcing a gradual re-opening here in Kenya, I was elated to jump at the first opportunity to sit in a dark room and be entertained. So, on a Saturday morning, I woke up early and rushed to another part of town, and found that only The New Mutants was showing. No worries, I was looking forward to it anyway; turns out I was the only one in the theater that morning; Enough of the backstory, now to the meat on the bone. Premise The New Mutants is a story of a young lady, Dani Moonstar, who finds herself in a facility with other mutants that’s intended to help them get better, but in reality is a prison meant to keep them there under the watchful eye of Dr. Reyes, who has her own agenda for them. Likes I’ve always loved the tone of the X-men films, and this one is no different. It didn’t feel like a superhero movie, but rather a mystery-type thing.(Not a horror, like we were promised) I liked the connection to Logan, where the Essex facility was...

“NEXT!” the man ordered through the microphone when the man walked out. Almost immediately, a tall woman burst in; dress barely clinging onto her svelte body for dear life as her high heels clunked on the hardwood floor with every step she took, her face ghostly in appearance. Nothing new for Aunty. “Yes, my dear. Great night?” she started, chuckling at the distraught youngster. “I need your help,” she started, struggling for breath. “Did you…” “Run here? Yes, at least I tried,” she interrupted as she slid off her heels, relief flooding her face. “What can I do for you?” she asked, the lady plopping herself onto the chair as she explained her situation. “There’s a guy.” “Isn’t there always?” “I really like him. He’s smart, funny, really good with kids and sensitive.” “But?” Aunty asked, eyeing the girl. She looked up, sighed and went on. “He’s not really my type. I want him in my life, but we’re so different, and I wouldn’t know where to start.” “Well, why do yo...