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.
The death rate for human beings is 100%. We ARE going to die someday! None of us know when that's going to happen. But physical death is not the worst kind of death; they say the worst kind of death is what dies within us while we live. So imagine or picture your dream, idea or vision to an apple seed. Inside an apple seed is an apple tree, the tree is trapped within the apple seed. So the apple seed has an apple tree, with apple fruits with apple seeds with apple trees with apple seeds etc...The multiplication is inherent. So the death of an apple seed, is the death of an apple farm. In like manner, the death of boy or girl in the womb is the death of a generation. This kind of conversation is necessary for us to have with friends, relatives, co-workers, acquaintances. More like an awakening kind of conversation; it wakes people up from sleeping through life, and get to work on delivering their baby before they go to the graveyard. I think the graveyard is a good motivator. It reminds us that we are only here for so long. The death of a seed, is the death of a forest.
Deported Into Destiny
where great men and women were buried with their thoughts, ideas, dreams, visions, inventions, innovations that never came to be, never came to materialize because of procrastination or laziness or lack of information