Maulid and Maria visit Lido Beach in Mogadishu, Somalia thirty years after they sealed their marriage aggreement at the lovely beach. Maria recalls how the day (30 years ago) looked like. she began by saying:

THIRTY YEARS AGO TODAY, I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MAULID BROUGHT ME HERE.
IT WAS THE DAY I SET OFF FOR A LOVE EXPEDITION WITH MAULID.
AND IT IS HERE, THIS BEACH ITSELF, WHERE WE STARTED OUR VOYAGE.
I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY WITH TREMENDOUS EASE AND FERVOUR.
IT WAS THE DAY I ENTERED A LIFE-LONG COMMITMENT WITH MAULID.
IT WAS THE DAY WE MIXED THE TWO BLOODS OF OURS TO MAKE THEM ONE
IN DMONSTRATION OF LOYALTY TO OUR LOVE
WHAT A SHINNING SPOT THE DAY HAD LEFT IN MY HEART!

IN THIS BEACH OF LOVE
I STILL REMEMBER THE TENDER TOUCH OF THE REEF-SPITTING WAVES.
AS WE WALKED BAREFOOTED, THE FOAMING WATERS DUTIFULLY WASHED OUR FEET.
IT WAS AS IF THE SEA BURSTED INTO TEARS OUT OF JOY TO WITNESS OUR AGREEMENT.
WE FELT RELAXED AS WE WATCHED THE BEAUTY OF THE SUN
WHICH WAS THEN SETTING ITS WINGS BEHIND THAT GREEN HILL.
IN THIS BEACH OF LOVE, I STILL REMEMBER THE GENTLE SPLASH THAT FLEW OVER THE SEA ROCKS.
THEY BROKE INTO TINY DROPLETS AS THEY SWAM IN THE SALTY AIR.
SOME WALLOWED INTO THE WAITING JAWS OF THE BROWNISH SAND.
OTHERS SOUGHT SANCTUARY AT OUR SHOULDERS
BEFORE THE SHARP TONGUES OF THE WIND DEALT WITH THEM SERIOUSLY.

IN THIS BEACH OF LOVE
I STILL REMEMBER THE BIRDS.
THEY SANG WITH DISTINCTION
AMID RISING AND FALLING TIDES.
COLOURFUL WAS THE ACROPATIC SHOW
THEY STAGED IN THE CLEAR GOLD-STRIPPED SKY.
WE WATCHED THEM WITH THE DIGNITY OF A KING AND QUEEN
ATTENDING CELEBRATIONS OF A NATIONAL DAY.
IN THIS BEACH OF LOVE I STILL REMEMBER “SISTER DOLLY”.
UP IN THE SKY, IN THE REMOTE SPACE, A BEAUTIFUL FACE WAS SMILING.
THE MOON WAS LOOKING OUT ON.
LITTLE OF ITS BRIGHT LIGHT HAD BEEN FELT AT THE BEACH.
THOUGH SHALLOW MUCH AS A PLATE WAS DEEP, WE FELT SATISFIED WITH ITS CONTRIBUTION.
“SISTER DOLLY” WAS A VICTIM OF TIME.

IN THIS BEACH OF LOVE I STILL REMEMBER THE HUMMING SOUND OF THE OCEAN.
THE WIND AND I HAD A DUEL OVER MAULID’S WORDS.
SO KIND AND SOFT WERE HIS WORDS,
SO HARD WAS THE FIGHT I HAD WITH THE WIND.
NEVER HAS THE WIND BEEN ABLE TO ROB MAULID’S WORDS.
WORDS OF GENUINE ROMANTIC TASTES
WORDS THAT SPARK OFF A FLAME OF LOVE.
WORDS THAT SPEAK BY THEMSELVES
WORDS THAT HAVE EYES TO SEE
WORDS THAT MELT IN THE BLOOD LIKE GLUCOSE
WORDS OF INTEGRETY AND PASSION.
WORDS ON WHICH THE HEART DEVOURS
WORDS THAT GENERATE COMFORT AND STABILITY.
WORDS THAT TAKE ME TO UNKNOWN ROMANTIC RETREATS.
WORDS THAT SAVE OUR LOVE BOAT
FROM HITTING THE SHARP PEAKS OF
JEALOUSY, AVARICE AND POSSESSIVENESS