Fred Musoke
Bio
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
Stories (56/0)
Cancer Defined
The term “cancer” houses more than 100 different diseases caused by the abnormal multiplication of body cells at an uncontrollable rate. The human body is made up of about 30 trillion cells (30,000,000,000,000). Normally, these cells are produced and reproduced through a process called cell division. Cancer begins when genetic mutations interfere with the orderly process of cell division. After the interference, damaged cells won’t be eliminated when they should hence they will multiply yet they shouldn’t.
By Fred Musoke2 years ago in Longevity
Christmas Is Coming, Santa Isn’t
Surely, I accept that I haven’t been a good boy. Not at all..!!! I was only seven when I received a gift from Santa the other Christmas as a token of appreciation for being a good boy all year round. I just don’t know what went wrong when I turned eight in January this year. At that point, everything turned around. The whole story roots from the day I placed something Dad called an “astonishing notice” on the door to my bedroom. The notice read like “BIG BOYS’ REPUBLIC. Don’t disturb” when I came home from school the following day, the notice had gone. This was enough to convince me that the whole family was against my maturity. “An 8-year-old champ is a big boy and he ought to be treated like one,” I told myself. This sparked off my revolution against dad’s old-fashioned conduct codes. During dinner on January 5th, I made an announcement that made the whole house laugh. The evening had been a boring one and everyone at the table was so silent. Thank God I was there to break the silence cause if it hadn’t been for my speech, nothing would have cheered up all the “James Bond” faces around me. I decided not to let the cat out of the bag not until everybody had emptied their plates. Everyone was thanking mom for the meal when something deep inside convinced me that it was time to give my lovely audience the long-awaited surprise. First, I coughed unusually. By doing this, I was calling upon each and everyone’s attention. I cleared my throat and my voice. Then my speech went like “unhuuuu....look, everyone, this has been your last dinner with baby Freddie. From today onwards, am not a baby anymore.” This set the house on fire. Everyone laughed their lungs out. This wasn’t the reaction I expected and It seems like no one was willing to take in what I had just said.
By Fred Musoke2 years ago in Fiction