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The Story of Moran – how Adedayo came to be the Hunter

It has been many years. I remember running, quickly, across a plain – trying to stay ahead. There was a stampede behind me. It was critical that I make many decisions at once. There was no time to make a mistake and try again, or – at least – no time to recover if you could not dance away from your mistake immediately. Because the grass was so high – it was slowing down some of the stampeding MonstRs behind me. I was fortunate…

When I started this life – it was clear to my Papa MonstR and my Mama MonstR that I would be able to run very fast. I was all spindly – different from my siblings in this way. The land where we come from is called the endless plain in my native language. In America, it is called a natural wonder of the world. Like I said though – where I began – it was just the endless plain. A place where MonstRs could run for days and still not find an end.

You could get lost. It would not be because you couldn’t see for miles, but instead, it would be because you could see the same thing in every direction for as many miles as you could imagine. I remember many times we would go from our homes and just pick a direction to walk in to see if we could find our way back. You would recognize very small details when you spent so many hours doing this. What else would we do anyway? Our time was spent between trying to grow something and trying to hunt something. When you are not planting and when the migration is not near you, you have some free time to practice your skills at tracking, hunting, and perceiving those little details that kept you from going “away” and not coming back. It happened to the very youngest sometimes. Life is cruel in some ways on the endless plain.

My family saw a few other things in me. They saw that I was always curious and frequently trying to find a better way to do the things I was asked to do. They also saw that I was never satisfied with just continuing to do things the way they had always been done. This was a problem in a place with such tradition. New ideas are not always welcome in the land of the endless plain. We are a very old group of MonstRs – we have been around since the time when MonstRs first began to explore the world. When you can trace your history into the dawn of time, many feel that the ideas that have been the longest are the only ideas that should matter. I felt perhaps a little different.

My name almost never came to be because of this questioning/questing nature. Can you imagine? When I was a youth, my Papa MonstR brought me to my GrandMonstrs’ village. We went there to see the old ones and to make sure that we paid our respects to them. It’s no small feat that they were soooo old – where we come from with life being as harsh as it can sometimes be – an old one is to be respected greatly. Many years longer they have walked the endless plain and to be able to count so many hundreds of moons in a life? It is almost a miracle. My GrandMonstRs in particular had managed to count almost 1200 new moons. It is not just myself and my Papa MonstR who respect the GrandMonstRs – it is also many other MonstRs from other tribes nearby. It’s almost like a pilgrimage to visit them for many MonstRs…

I will tell you a brief story to share with you how much trouble I was capable of getting into before we return to how I became Moran – the story is about a young MonstR who almost outlived usefulness before even eighty four new moons had passed. Yes, you say 7 years…I look today around me, and I wonder how a MonstR of 7 years could be so disrespectful and stupid. But I guess that’s just part of being only 7 years. So, what happened you ask? Ah yes, the village. Well – you see – the GrandMonstRs were not the only old ones in this village although perhaps they were older than most. There were others who took their ease here as well. It is a good place – there is good water close and the herd monstRs are fruitful. So, many who are at the age of respect come to this place if they can and if they are accepted.

To continue though – when you find yourself with time to relax and reflect, sometimes you may play one of our oldest games. It is not a complicated game like the ones you find in America or in the other big cities of the world – it’s a simple game that has existed for many thousands of years…. This game is also known as a game of wisdom and it is said that to win shows that you are more wise than your opponent. Most of the time, this is a fine thing – the old MonstRs contest with one another and it is a great pastime. There are of course arguments and banter over the results, but in general – everyone accepts everyone else. Except…

When I think about this, I think to myself – “When you are a young MonstR, perhaps you should not play” – because it can also be very dangerous to play this game. You see, when I sat down with one of my GrandMonstRs to watch the old ones play – I could see how this game could work and as you know – I was always one to want to try a thing and maybe change something or do something better or easier or what have you. And when I watched – I could see how I could play this game very well.

I asked to play and the old men laughed…

The one who was considered the wisest and who had play everyone else successfully gave my GrandMonstR a hard time for shooing me away. I could see in my Grand’s eye that there was a great deal of discomfort. The one who spoke to my Grand though – would have nothing of this. He felt that it was nonsense for me to not be given a chance. Of course, I know now that this was because the old was so certain of victory. And of course, I also know now that as a youth, no matter how easy the game might have been, I should have made sure to not win. Perhaps that is the true wisdom of the game – to know when to win and lose. But…

Perhaps we played for 30 minutes or maybe a little bit longer…and the writing was clear as if it had been written in the sky with glowing letters. I would not lose this game. By this point, I could not even lose this game if I tried to. And the tension at the table had grown measurably. The amusement on the faces of some of the other old ones was palpable. The wrath in the eye of my opponent was so clear that even I was concerned despite my indiscretion. Moreover – my Grand was practically sweating. Now – this is a hot place, so you sweat – but this was a cold sweat and it gave a distinct sheen to his face. Not a good sheen.

It was over…

The game reached it’s culmination and a very large talon dropped hard onto the table. It left a visible mark in the wood. My Grand made many excuses for my success. He argued and cajoled and declaimed on beginner’s luck and many other things. Trying desperately to prevent my life from ending on the spot. Like I said – apparently in contradiction to the game – I was not wise. Pride is a very very strong thing where I come from. And to make another MonstR lose face – it is perhaps not the best idea. So, it almost ended there – my future that is. Fortunately – my GrandMonstR managed to talk the men down enough – and then rushed me away – making me promise to never play the game again…

You see? Trouble was always barking at my heels! But to Moran…

Back to the run across the plains though and how I earned my nickname though and grew from my youth name of Adedayo to Moran – this was a little bit later and perhaps I had found a little bit of wisdom by this time. Still though, you might wonder why I was running from a stampede. You would think I might have known better – and you might have been right. But – you remember that I said that I always wanted to do things differently? Well – here was an example of doing things differently. My goal on this occasion was to test a new idea that I had. If I could get a skin to fit over a shell of very strongly woven grass. And if this skin could be made to look like the herd MonstRs. (We call them herd MonstRs but we do not control them the way a herd would be controlled in America. It is different.)

My thought here was that I could blend into the herd and somehow make them move the way I wanted them to. I was still very young. No longer 84 moons but. Young.

Anyway – I had this idea that I would get the herd to do what I wanted and that they would follow me perhaps closer to our camp where we would not have to chase them so much. Have you ever tried to chase a herd of MonstRs across the plains? It is exhausting. We run a lot here – but still – exhausting I say. The problem is that though the skin looked like the herd MonstRs – and though the shell hid my body – nothing could hide the way I smell from these beasts. Later I would do much better things with this idea – but not this day…

So – what happened then? I don’t know truly – the herd spooked and not from my invasion in their midst. And when push comes to shove, these MonstRs outweighed me by many multiples of my own weight. Once those in the back started to stampede caroming off those slower to start in the from – it became nearly impossible to escape what was happening. And these are not creatures that form into ranks and travel in a straight line. It is as if you are being chased by a mountain range. So what could I do – but what I was built for – to run for my life.

I had to make instant decisions, find the best paths, assess far ahead as well as nearby to find some way to escape my folly. Everything we had been taught from the earliest age I had to remember now and instantly recall. Somehow, after running for what felt like an eternity I had managed to elude my mistakes and for my efforts I was rewarded with at least a few of the herd closer by my village. It seems that some small number of these fantastic creatures had become enamored with my creation and they had stayed close to it while the herd moved past. I remember this experience often as an entrepreneur when I am traveling through the Endless Swamp of Funding. It is very similar – I am trying to gather investors and still trying to quickly find my way through the bog with as few mistakes as possible. I know that not every MonstRinvestor is the one for me but that a few may find themselves enamored with my creation if I can make my way into their midst through the larger herd.

I remember every day the hunting instincts that I was taught so long ago and that day that I became Moran and survived… again… It makes me laugh some.

It is my pleasure to share my story with you and to welcome you to my world – the world of the MonstRpreneur!