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Akili ni nywele, kila mtu ana zake



I think that this street is called 'Oliver Avenue', and Henry and I decided to stop and take this photograph to share with the world of a typical suburban street here on Hobart's eastern shore. It's always a nice walk to Lindisfarne Village to pick up bread, milk, veggies and our meat (and tofu), as well as plenty of treats for Ezra and Jen. Nice and quiet, with little more than the sounds of birds tweeting and lazy cats sleeping in the sun in people's front yards.

I have gone with a Swahili proverb for my title today. It is a good one. See if you can figure it out.
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angie said…
congratulations on your new baby. good choice on the name ezra, beautiful name.
5 August 2008 at 14:53
Anonymous said…
this street with the hill in the background is very similar to my area:)
5 August 2008 at 16:50
USelaine said…
All I can say is, I know some people with a son named Akili. That's all I got. I'll look forward to the explanation... (lots of ellipses today)
5 August 2008 at 17:46
Julie said…
Where does that leave someone like Peter Garrett?
5 August 2008 at 18:07
Nathalie H.D. said…
Just back from holidays, congratulations on the birth of Ezra. Beautiful name. I hope mother and baby are doing well.

Now for that Swahili proverb. Oh dear, what can I come up with?

The little birds sing, the caravan passes?
5 August 2008 at 19:23
Kris McCracken said…
I think that Julie might know the answer...

I will post the translation with tomorrow's photo.
5 August 2008 at 20:16
Marie Reed said…
How delightful to see your strapping rosy boys on the sidebar... I have a John Henry.. Henry is such a classic bruiser of a name!
5 August 2008 at 20:32
Priyanka Khot said…
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5 August 2008 at 20:58
Priyanka Khot said…
My trusted friend Wiki said

Akili ni nywele, kila mtu ana zake means:
# Idiomatic Translation: Intelligence is like hair, everyone has their own type.
# Literal Meaning: The types of intelligence amongst the minds of humanity are as varied as the types of hair.

Even if the translation is not correct, i still feel the meanings i found out are something to think about.
5 August 2008 at 21:01
Anonymous said…
Lindisfarne Gospels? Are they housed around you there somewhere? The most famous or among the most famous richly decorated gospels. This is also a nice photograph.

Abraham Lincoln
—Brookville, Ohio
5 August 2008 at 22:15
sonia a. mascaro said…
This place has a peaceful atmosphere...very quiet and calm.

About the proverb, I am looking forward to know the translation...
6 August 2008 at 00:22
Bill said…
I can almost hear the birds!
6 August 2008 at 01:34
freefalling said…
Must have been one of those days yesterday.
A happy, good to be alive kinda day.
I took a photo like this one, too.
6 August 2008 at 09:00
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