03/04/2026
My best friend and I went to a garden on one occasion; it was called the Gethsemane Garden. We had planned to do so for a while but had delayed because he was always busy. Finally, we had our chance to meet and chill away from the noise and hustle of the city. I was so amazed at how big and tall he had grown.
The birds chirped their best melodies as he shared experiences of how his Father disliked disobedience. Out of nowhere, a group of men armed with cutlasses and spears appeared and grabbed my friend like a loaf of bread. At once, I fled for my life. It was only after I got home that I realized I had left my friend behind. "Poor me," I thought, praying that my friend was okay.
The next morning, there was a commotion in town, and I saw a lot of people heading to the chief's house. I knew someone had been arrested and was being taken to be judged.
I sat outside the chief's house because the inside was full, and I wanted to know if it was that short, notorious thief who had broken into my house a few weeks back who had been caught. All of a sudden, the crowd started chanting vehemently, "Put him to death! Put him to death!" I joined the chant, hoping that it was that thief.
Finally, the condemned one was led out to be killed, and to my utter dismay, it was my friend. Like in a movie, I suddenly remembered how he was fond of saying he would be condemned and killed for the sins of humanity but I had taken it lightly because he was too perfect to be killed.
I burst into tears, knowing that I might never see my best friend again.
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