Fracture Of The Mind Poem by Haruna Garba

Eleven kenaf ropes
Takes eleven of them
To lower a worker in to the well

Several working hands
Takes several of them
To lower and lift him up

This guinea pig
And this was a novice
He was having his first trial

Just halfway down the pit
He spread his legs
Each toe and its company
These he lodged in to twin foot-holes
Made handy on the wall for footholds

As slacks grew on the ropes
The dispatchers put up a quiz
And the hanging bat said
That he has had a crack
Up, up surface he was hauled
With all cautions you'd think of
Everyone looking for the spot
Where the fracture could be
And when asked where it was
He said it was guts breaking thing