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Bus Ride – 6:56am[Friday Fictioneers]

Grey sat in a bus, reading a newspaper and waiting for a pick up. He looked out the window in delight. He does not always have reasons to go t town. But the day’s event may change that forever.

He reached for his phone and scrolled to the message menu. He had been invited for a job interview at IEE Services.

He smirked and stared at a picture on an advert, a week earlier, on the newspaper.

IEE Services, a security firm seeks the service of a detail-oriented civilian to manage a high-end facility.”


Encouraged by the interests in Grey’s story from last week’s I am tempted to push it a little further. This is a developing story and I  took the liberty to share its first two installments. Hope you have more questions than ever!

This is a contribution to the Household of Friday Fictioneers. It’s a joy to be among you folks. All comments are appreciated. Thanks to Rochelle Wisofffields for hosting us as usual.


Don’t Look a Gift Horse…

As a student of ESL and classics, a lot of things baffled me. One of them is the phrase up here and another is a story of a Roman lad who hid a Vulture in his coat but vehemently denied stealing it until the cannibal made a good meal of his lungs.  He was forever venerated afterwards.

I have suspected this phrase has something to do with the Trojan War but can’t keep from asking why they didn’t just look the damn horse in the mouth.

The Trojans may have discovered the horse can’t do this…

Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy
Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy


I have to particular come out of my sabbatical because our good Mrs Rochelle Fields omitted NIGERIA in the log of participating nations and well, it’s Douglas’ picture (thanks for sharing!)


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Moremi’s Triumph [Historical fiction]

“Moremi entered the town of Ife, after six months in captive. Drums heralded her approach along with a thousand amazons.

“Living was stalled for a brief moment to reconcile reality. A woman has achieved what a legion of men couldn’t in three years against the Igbo-ora people

“Her son rushed off to her embrace in sheer delight but Moremi burst into tears amidst the merry of the day. In seven days, all shall see the tears as beyond the delight of happiness.

‘Grandpa, why would she cry if not for happiness?’ Moremi

‘Let’s just say, she has a greater task ahead

My grandpa was a good story teller. He keeps a piece of information obscure until reason tells you more or curiosity pushes you to dig deeper.


Moremi was a Yoruba heroine who saved her people of Ile-Ife from extinction from a belligerent tribe. The image uncannily looks like hers to me. Click the link to read a short piece of this hero and what she did.


This has been made possible by the goodwill and fervent addiction of Rochellewisofffields and her creative gang of writers who converge weekly as the Friday Fictioneers. Click on the Linky Icon to read greater stories…