Political dynasty wanted for adoption!
It was well past the graveyard shift, but I had to get to Minister Mervyn Silva. Evil-doers had cast a fiendish spell and he had just promulgated his impending suicide. His has been a monumental crusade for the oppressed, goats including. I raced towards Kelaniya. Just then the phone rang. His young son Malaka had, yet again, found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time. Scampered to JAIC Hilton. Why couldn’t they leave him alone to get high on his youthfulness just as any other stripling would?