Le Vasa Loloa is at the very least the Samoan concept of the Great Expanse, or conquerable universe, and in this case, specifically, the islands and boundaries of the Pacific Ocean.
Vasa, s. the ocean, (especially of the space between two starting points, as along an ironbound coast, or between two islands).
Loa, a. long; pl. loloa; redup. loaloa.
Before settling on the name, I researched a few inspired ideas stolen from my late grasp. The first one was THEREADER.BLOGSPOT.COM, where I read ( Google-translated) this deeply sad story:
Today, on the 12th of 2010, two months have passed since the death of a... there is no way to describe it, friendship is little and love is too much... Vinicius was a companion for all hours. At four years I met vinicius, we had little contact. but earlier this year when I went to college, the first person I met who welcomed me was him, it was a huge happiness. We spent hoooooras walking together. talking, even kiss rolled between us, but nothing that changed our friendship... since last year he asked me to mark his place in the bus for a trip, but on the week of the trip he gave up. when I was returning from the trip to my city I received a call: Vinicius had suffered an accident, and I was in a coma.
it was a shock, the next morning I ran away from class and went to the hospital with his friends. but only one could enter to know his NEWS. I went in and the nurse told me that he was in an induced coma, but he was really bad. It comes out worse than it was. on Tuesday I went to visit him When I entered the room, Vini had his hands tied to the bed so he would not debate, he had tubes in his mouth and nose, and serum on his arm. I talked:
Hi, it's me. His heart beating slowly on the monitor now hit 107. I talked to him for a few minutes. but I will never forgive myself for not having brought him a word from the Bible. He needed more than I said... I held his hand, he tried to squeeze mine and tears flowed from his eyes. he did not speak, nor open his eyes. she only listened to me.
Then, on Wednesday night, I could not sleep, the next morning, I went to class and a song did not leave my head. the music Forgive me (group 1 crew). I talked to his father asking to visit him again, and he told me that the night before they took away all the pipes that made him cry out, because he did not need it anymore. one in the afternoon I was getting ready to visit him when my father called that he had died. I did not believe he died of respiratory failure. on Friday I went to his wake, and before leaving home I looked at her translation, and she said,
Lord, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I'm not afraid because You're holding my breath...
I'm just afraid I do not have time to spare.
To tell the world that there is no more time to spare...
(Lord, please!)
Of course after running down that rabbit hole I decided to try Valley of the Shadow and Shadow of Death, as Psalm 23, cliche as it sounds, is my favourite.
Valley-of-the-Shadow turned me on to Louis Armstrong's version of "When You Wish Upon A Star," Valley of the Shadow got me thinking about the essence of one's Golden Years, and Shadow of Death prodded me to look into the Allied Occupation of Japan at the end of WWII, and a woman named Elizabeth Choy. So far all of the blogs I had read were tinged with sadness and pain, and most of them spoke of government.
When I couldn't think of anything else I reverted back to a place in which I find/nurture much pride: My Samoan heritage. I suppose that I am just a dolphin, exploring this great expanse. Come with?
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