Letter To Limini

By Grusha Andrews –APRIL 14, 2022

Limini, you must be comfortable and cushy in the destination that you, your son and your parents have allegedly run away to. Karma is a bitch, right? You used to be escorted around Sri Lanka, with your wannabe President husband, Namal Rajapaksa – walking in to Ministries and presiding on events that you had no business in. Where he had no business in. You used to be escorted by the presidential security touring with your mother-in-law where people twice your age would worship her in all fours and then worship you too! Never saw you trying to stop the worshipping. Who’s worshipping you now?

Coitus Interruptus

Well, you’re facing a bit of a coitus interruptus, aren’t you Limini? A disruption of Namal, your parents, your in-laws and you having coitus with cryptocurrency? Then they were having coitus with the general economy of the country. Then having coitus with gas and electricity. And your wannabe President husband even addressed a rural rally where he said that as his traditional wife you were anyway keeping the gas cylinder outside the house. He said this after a mother died of a LP gas cylinder explosion. As a mother, probably cradling your son while reading this on your latest iPhone, any thoughts on a mother being blasted to death, Limini?

Vegetarian Vampires

Can you remember the great PR stunt of portraying yourself as a flag bearer of Sinhala-Buddhist tradition when your marriage was announced? Newspaper pages and cyber space were strewn with serenades about what a Sinhala drummer you were. What an athlete. How simple; how innocent; unassuming. So, virginal. So sweet. So traditional. A real aney pau- aney sweet moment. Oh, they also highlighted how vegetarian you are. At Bishops College did they teach you that Hitler was also a vegetarian? Like you unc-in-law Gota and Namal? Did they teach you how, Hitler ordered the bloodsucking murder of six million Jews? How does the metaphoric blood of people feel on your mouth Limini? Is it yum, yum? When the metaphoric blood of the people feeds your mouth through your vegetarian food, and digests in your body to produce the milk that your son feeds from your breast – that’s the blood of my father, mother, brother, sister. The blood of my children. It’s the blood of the man who died on a fuel queue; the gas queue. How does your son Kesara like the milk produced with our blood? Is it yum, yum? Aren’t you scared of the people’s curse that runs in your breast milk in to that innocent mouth? You are fed on our curse Limini. People are cursing your born and unborn children. They are cursing the born and unborn children of your sisters in law. They are keeping the picture of a bald Sandhya Ekneligoda as a reminder that Kali Amma lives in the sighs of the survivors of your family’s murders and not in the body of Gnanakka. As long as you eat, sleep, drink with our stolen money, the billions of dollars of cryptocurrency you and Namal swindled together, you are a vampire drinking our blood Limini. Vegetarian vampires. Shame on you.

Shangri-La – Hangila

Now we call Shangri-La, hangila (hideout). Some of your family members hid there on and off. Your family stooges hide there too. But can you hide from the dead spirits of Wasim Thajudeen, Lasantha Wickrematunge, Prageeth Ekneligoda, the mother who died in a gas cylinder blast, the father who died in a diesel queue? While you are pampered in your hideout with our stolen money, do you think you have run away? I challenge you Limini, put one Instagram post. One Facebook post. You can’t, can you? How long will you hide, like Namal hid in Shangri-La from a different embarrassing doom? Do you think life has secret elevators out to flee the spirits of the dead breathing down your neck?

How long can your parents can hide like this? You daddy will have to come back to claim the loot from the Ministry of Tourism and Port City, eh? And your mummy has to count the coffers at Busy Beans coffee shop. How long can all of you hide like this? Across the globe we are Sri Lankans with open eyes. You are just one woman with one child. We are a million people. How will you run away from us?

Limini’s Parents, Fail!

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