The Story of 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. Launching herself into the air, instead of flight, she from the branches and died. The folk of Golden Lane say it was because seh had eaten food that contained salt.

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

(October 2018)

 

 

THE SONG OF GANG GANG SARA

 

Gang-Gang Sara of Tobago sits beautiful at night

And meets her Tom on river stones until the morning light

But love was not an easy road and lovers sacrificed

Sara all her daylight powers and Tom his youthful life.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is the sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is the wind

Gang-Gang Sara is the whisper

The whisper on Golden Lane.

 

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

But she was 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 cried, love was denied the day Owner Peter came to stay

One look at Sara, he decided to have her, stole her away to Golden Lane

Tom returned home to find love gone and followed; his love to claim

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

 

Gang-Gang Sara is the sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is the wind

Gang-Gang Sara is the whisper

The whisper on Golden Lane.

 

When Sara heard Tom was captured, she made a bad bargain that day

She knew she could fly, and so for love’s life, said yes, with Owner Peter she’d stay

If Tom was spared death and only banished, she’d eat the feast that was laid

And, biding her time she agreed to dine, to seal the deal she ‘d made

 

One sad rule for Sara. Her spirit powers to persist

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

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

And Owner Peter smiled when Sara cried cause she knew that she’d been tricked.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is the sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is the wind

Gang-Gang Sara is the whisper

The whisper on Golden Lane.

 

Tom, big Tom, heard his heart call and knew down deep love was lost

Yet day after day hid at the edge of the village, come wind or sunshine or storm

And Sara saw him there, year after year, and whispered to him of her love

And promised to meet him in Les Coteaux, though all her powers were gone

 

Till the day came, Owner Peter passed away. The earth and the moon aligned

A mighty great wind, blew down the 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 the breeze, the whisper in trees, Gang Gang Sara of Golden Lane.

 

Gang-Gang Sara is the sea breeze

Gang-Gang Sara is the wind

Gang-Gang Sara is the whisper

The whisper on Golden Lane.