Gang Gang Sara

silkcotton tree

THE STORY OF GANG-GANG SARA

 

Leg­end has it that in the 18th century, Gang-gang Sara flew from Africa to Tobago to find her stolen family in Les Coteaux.  She stayed to look after the enslaved people, working as a mid-wife and healer. She married a slave called Tom, and they became the favoured servants of plantation owner, Grandfather Peter, of Golden Lane.

When Tom died, Sara decided to fly back to Africa and climbed a large silk cot­ton tree. She launched herself into the air, but instead of flying, she fell from its branches and died. The folk of Golden Lane say it was because she had eaten food that had been cooked with salt.

Sara was buried with Tom on the plantation cemetery and their names were engraved on a headstone there. The headstone and the silk cot­ton tree still stand to this day.  

(October 2018)

 

Gang Gang Sara live on Rampoon Radio 23/08/20 

 

 

 

THE BALLAD OF GANG GANG SARA

 

Gang-Gang Sara of Tobago sit beautiful at night

And meet her Tom on river stone until the morning light

But love wasn’t no easy road and lovers sacrifice

Sara all her daylight power and Tom his youthful life.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ wind

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ whisper

D’ whisper on Golden Lane.

 

Gang-Gang Sara, spirit child, in her homeland she could fly

But she get blown far from home on a starless, stormy night

Across the seas, on the wind, to the village Les Coteaux

Where she and her big Tom met and love did surely grow

 

But sorrow cry, love was denied the day Owner Peter come to stay

One look at Sara, he decide to have her, steal her way to Golden Lane

Tom return home to find love gone and follow; his love to claim

But Owner Peter had him arrested, to execute in Golden Lane jail

 

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ wind

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ whisper

D’ whisper on Golden Lane.

 

When Sara hear Tom was captured, she make a bad bargain that day

She know she could fly, and so for love life, say yes, with Owner Peter she stay

If Tom was spare death, and only banish, she’d eat the feast that was laid

And, biding her time she agree to dine, to seal d’ deal she make

 

One sad rule for Sara. Her spirit power to persist

No salt, no salt, by accident or plan could dare to pass her lips

And Owner Peter smile when Sara realised salt was in the rice and fish

And Owner Peter smile when Sara cry cause she know she get trick.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ wind

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ whisper

D’ whisper on Golden Lane.

 

Tom, big Tom, hear Sara call and know deep down, love done lost

Yet day after day he watch the village, come wind or sunshine or storm

And Sara see him there, year after year, and whisper to him of her love

And promise to meet him in Les Coteaux, though all her powers was gone

 

Till d’ day come, Owner Peter pass way. D’ earth and d’ moon align

A mighty great wind, blow down d’ hill, and once more Sara could fly

Over shores and trees, to find her lost Tom and sit at the river side

And now she’s d’ breeze, d’ whisper in trees, Gang Gang Sara of Golden Lane.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ wind

Gang-Gang Sara is d’ whisper

D’ whisper on Golden Lane.

art by Myvanwy

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