Maduku Mamata was born on a tiny speck of land in the Solomon Islands, a pacific archipelago that is known as much for its desperate financial state as its outstanding natural beauty.
From growing up and helping his parents with their subsistence farming, to losing them at a young age and attending school to make sure he would be able to make his own way in the world, Maduku weaves an intricate story of how he ended up in Brisbane, attending college there to better his life.
Deported Into Destiny is a story of hardship, a desperation to make things better for one’s self and for others, as well as lessons learned the hard way. But it is also an enduring story of love and of doors opening when you least expect them to. This is a story of salvation amidst the wreckage of a single mistake and of hope triumphing eventually over adversity.
My name is Mr Willie Maeobia . I am an aspiring author. I was born in the Solomon Islands. I'm an orphan with both parents deceased. I have done an online International Diploma course in Business English & Letter Writing with Cambridge International College in the UK. I involved in church work as a lay minister and youth leader for about 5 years after high school on voluntary basis, assisting the president with pulpit duties to hone and boost my communication skills and confidence. Got introduced to responsibility very early in my teenage years. I am passionate about Entrepreneurship and writing; and would like to pursue writing full time in the future. I'm currently engaged in the Horticulture industry and do my writing part-time.
I believe each and every one of us has discovered something that makes life worth living. Something that is bigger than our own private ambitions. And that something is the very reason why we can't wait for the Sun to rise in the morning, so we could get started again. That something got us stirred up, given us incredible-undying energy to sometimes forget about knock off time and lunch. That something that we have discovered makes us hate sleep...We don't want long night sleeps, we just want to keep going, we just want to keep squeezing ourselves like the sponge, squeezing all the potential and goodness in us, and allow the grave to get an empty carcass when we die. I hope we have discovered the motivation for our existence.