Coordinates: 10°N 49°E / 10°N 49°E / 10; 49
Somalia (/səˈmɑːliə, soʊ-, -ljə/so-MAH-lee-ə; Somali: Soomaaliya; Arabic: الصومال aṣ-Ṣūmāl), officially the Federal Republic of Somalia (Somali: Jamhuuriyadda Federaalka Soomaaliya, Arabic: جمهورية الصومال الفدرالية Jumhūrīyat aṣ-Ṣūmāl al-Fidirālīyah), is a country located in the Horn of Africa. It is bordered by Ethiopia to the west, Djibouti to the northwest, the Gulf of Aden to the north, the Indian Ocean to the east, and Kenya to the southwest. Somalia has the longest coastline on the continent's mainland, and its terrain consists mainly of plateaus, plains and highlands. Climatically, hot conditions prevail year-round, with periodic monsoon winds and irregular rainfall.
Somalia has a population of around 10.8 million. Around 85% of its residents are ethnic Somalis, who have historically inhabited the northern part of the country. Ethnic minorities are largely concentrated in the southern regions. The official languages of Somalia are Somali and Arabic, both of which belong to the Afroasiatic family. Most people in the country are Muslim, with the majority being Sunni.
Wanderson de Paula Sabino (Portuguese pronunciation: [ˈvɐ̃deʁsõ dʒi ˈpawlɐ sɐˈbinu]) ([sɔˈmaʎɐ], born June 22, 1977 in Nova Venécia), nicknamed Somália, is a Brazilian striker. He currently plays for America.
On 27 April 2009, the right wingback Carlinhos and the forward terminated their contract with Náutico after their bad performances in this first part of the season.
Somalia is an album by saxophonist Billy Harper recorded in 1993 and released on the Evidence label.
In his review for AllMusic, Scott Yanow states "This CD contains some of Billy Harper's finest playing in years".
All compositions by Billy Harper
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own territory
America's child has passed so close to freedom
Now closest with her maker
The ten lifetimes of terror were experienced by this frail body
Where have our children gone?
They are not to be found amongst this tabloid filth over kill
An embarrassing lack of responsibility
A vicious cycle of soap opera drama pettiness
No known beginning and no end in sight
This must be our darkest hour
When gossip takes priority over our young
Are we this shallow?
Are we this apathetic?
Are we this bored?
Prove me wrong
The child is mine, now that she has been thrown away
The interest is gone, so now the others suffer
They suffer unto a grotesque attention, span deficit monster
They turned our play yards into graveyards
So we cried every night for a week
Squeezing as much concern allowed between each sports update
You cried every night for a week, yet I still mourn
Have you forgotten their faces?
Patience is a virtue, I won't instate
I must see the faces of every abductee
I must taste the pain
Remind me of our system atrocities
Don't let me forget, don't let me forget
Why haven't we drawn a line?
Instead, we feed and shelter them
We support the evil and pay their debts
We've paid their debts