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Victoria LaSaah

Victoria LaSaah

Born: Liberia
Heritage: Liberian

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Victoria LaSaah

My name is Victoria LaSaah. I was born in Liberia, West Africa. I have four sister and five brothers. My father and my mom they used to wake me up to go on the farm. It was so hard when we were growing up.

My father practiced Islam. He also spoke Arabic from the Koran. We’d pray five times a day.

Then my auntie asked for me. She said she don’t have nobody to take care of her children. I said, “I won’t go.” Then my auntie started crying, saying she needs my help, so that’s the time I left. I was eleven years when I moved to my auntie’s place.

I moved to Monrovia before the civil war. The civil war started in 1990. I think I was like twenty years old. We heard a gun shooting like everybody went crazy. Everyone confused. We don’t know where to go.

We lie down very flat under the desk. You can’t stand up, or they’ll shoot you. Then they start yelling. After two weeks, we had to leave.

Then we start walking. Everyone walk hard and the soldiers say, “Why you walking like Army-men? You’re not a military. You have to take your time.” We don’t know how to walk. We have this fear. You don’t want to walk hard. If you walk hard, they will shoot you.

The people who shoot us are the soldiers fighting the war. They are the rebels and they are trying to destroy the government and the civilians. We were being forced to march out of the capitol into the bush.

The civil war lasted for 18 years. We put our name into a hat and our name was drawn. We came to the United States in 2007, May 5th. I never had been on a plane before. I was scared. The people who are working the plane, they hold my hand. They say, "Don’t be scared." And my daughter was just growing up like Isaac.

I came to Minnesota because my sister lived here. I’m now going to school to learn how to speak English. Life in America is good. I love Liberia, too. People in Liberia are more social. For me, it’s lonely here. You know, women carry the heavy load more than the men sometimes.

HONOR SONG LYRICS

Women Carry the Load

Honoring Victoria LaSaah

Women Carry the Load
(Honoring Victoria Lasaah)

(Chorus)
Women cook the food
Women wash the clothes
Women are the ones
Who carry the heavy load
They carry it up, they carry it down
The carry that load, the world around

Good morning students.
Should I stand up, or sit down, hey!
I am from Liberia,
West Africa, so far away

My father and my mom,
Woke me up when I was young.
To work on the farm,
Until the day was done.
(Chorus)

I did not want to go,
But my auntie she did cry.
At 11 years old,
I had to say good-bye.

To live in my auntie’s place,
With two babies of her own.
I was there to help her raise,
Raise them up and clean the home.
(Chorus)

Moved to Monrovia,
Before the Civil War.
When I heard those guns,
I just hit the floor.

With no water and no food,
We were forced to march out.
Five days in the bush,
So many killed I couldn’t count.
(Chorus)

When the war was done
I put my name into a hat
Then my name was drawn
Can you imagine that?

To live and to play
In the land of cold and snow
In the United States
Where I now call home
(Chorus)

Words & music by Larry Long with Angela Husom’s 4th Grade Class, Forest Elementary, Robbinsdale Area Schools, Minnesota.

Copyright Larry Long 2011 / BMI