Wednesday 1 December 2021

The Other Ninety-Nine

The Other Ninety-Nine 
by Seun Lari-Williams

You go around telling how the
shepherd left us,
the remaining ninety-nine,
in search of you, 
the lost one,
until he found you.
You say, when he found you,
he carried you on his shoulders,
rejoicing.
That it made you smile sheepishly.
You go off singing, off-key,
a love song about
how special you are.

You’ve always liked to feel special
though.
And that’s your weakness.
Call us the jealous brother but
you do realize he didn’t leave us
in an unsafe place, right?
You know he’d never do that?
And you do realize he’d do the same
for the rest of us –
each and every one of us?
Can you imagine how he’d have felt
if when he returned, he couldn’t find the
remaining ninety-nine?
No, you can’t.
Because you can’t help thinking there’s
something special about you.

You say, when he got home,
he called his friends, his family, 
and his neighbours
to rejoice with him.
But did he offer them meat? 
Did he say to them:
“Let’s kill and eat one or two
of my other sheep
because I found this one”?
Of course, not.
You know why?
You’re not special.
You know why?
We’re all special.

Seun Lari-Williams was born in 1987. He attended Badagry Grammar School and studied law at the University of Lagos where he served as President of the Law Society. His first anthology Garri for Breakfast was longlisted for the 2017 NLNG Prize for Literature.

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