Nigeria, March 29 -- Palm Sunday is not just a date on the calendar. It is a scene, a tension, a beginning that carries its ending within it. The streets of Jerusalem are alive with expectation. The air hums with movement. People push, climb, lean forward, eager to see, to be seen, to touch what they hope will save them. The city is not quiet. It is urgent. Jesus Christ walks in, not on a war horse, not with banners or armies. He comes on a donkey. Quiet. Deliberate. Almost unsettling in its simplicity. The crowd sees a king, yet this king does not match their imagination. He moves steadily through a tide of pressing bodies, ordinary and calm in a city that has already written its own story about who he should be. Palm branches are cut an...