Source: THE SUBSTITUTE
Source: Held CAPTIVE?
Source: THE SCOURGING
It is noon. A man sat in pains, chained to a pillar. He was covered with blood from head to toes and he had no clothes on but for a piece of loincloth. A dark figure drifts towards him, halting just in front of him. The figure shakes his head and begins to laugh aloud. The soldiers around were not aware of the presence of the figure. They neither see nor hear him.
The figure stopped laughing and says, “Just look at yourself, you are such a disgrace! Why did you let it come to this?”
The man gave no reply. He remains silent, breathing hard and trying to cope with the pain.
“I gave you an opportunity,” the figure continues, “I offered you all the kingdoms of the world but you refused my offer and look at you now, covered in your own blood. The soldiers have seared your back with whips and have tortured you in many unimaginable ways. They will continue the scourging until your skin peels off your back and you will suffer pain that even you cannot withstand. This will continue but I will not let you die under the pain. I will make sure you are humiliated and killed in a shameful manner and you will be ridiculed as a king who never was and never will be. You will be remembered as a joke for all eternity. You will be remembered as the one who claimed to be the Son of God but died like a common criminal.”
The man’s leans against the pillar.
“You brought this upon yourself,” the dark figure continues, “You thought you could descend to this world which I control and introduce a new way of life. All your followers have gone into hiding. The twelve have now become eleven, thanks to the one who took his life. One has also denied you three times just before dawn. This is just the beginning as they will all deny you one after the other. I will make sure they are hunted down one after the other until no one remembers your name or your good works. You will only be remembered as the insane son of a poor carpenter who claimed to be a messiah, the saviour of the world but died like a criminal. No one will follow your ways because no one will write about your life here on earth. Your stay here will remain nothing but a blurred memory which will fade away with the passage time.”
The figure drifts backward and turns to leave. He then says with a smile, “You are such a weakling, just as these mortals here are. The creator will be put to death by the very creatures He created and even He cannot prevent this from happening. What a shame! We thought you were all-powerful but you have indeed proved us wrong. Enjoy the few hours left for they will be your very last and then you will join the others in hell where you will remain under my power and reign.”
The figure then vanishes as a soldier approached the man holding a crown made of thorns. He places the crown of thorns on his head, forcing blood to gush out. The man cries out in pain.
Adapted from the Holy Bible; the book of Saint John Chapter 2: 1-2.
From The Book: ” Three Men and a Bottle,” by Anthony Onugba
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