Do Me The Favor Poem by David Oluwatobi Akinola

At night,
The curtains are still,
But my candle flame keeps dancing to a strong wind;
The curtains are still,
So where's the wind coming from?

I yawn,
The candle flame goes still, just as every other is,
But my book pages flip like money rolling out of an ATM, until the hard cover slowly closes everything up;
I'm alone in the room,
But am I the only one in the room?

On bed,
A hand caress my cheek, and does the same to other parts of my body;
My eyes roll left to right out of surprise,
I'm not in bed with anybody,
So who's caressing me?

I'm asleep,
The curtains were shut and all lights were out,
But as a sudden light comes through my shut eyes, I wake up 'coz it's morning;
The curtains are slit open, the door's locked and the louvres are shut; no one came in nor out
But isn't someone in, rather than out?

I'm a loner,
A light shove like that from an NBA player, alters my balance and footsteps.
The door shuts itself behind me as I walk out of my door;
No one's around me 'coz I hear only my footsteps,
So who's greeting and keeping me company?


'Who are you? '
'Where are you? '
'Why are you following me? '
'What do you want from me? '
Am I talking to myself or is someone going crazy?

Mocks and laughter
Sobriety and neutral negligence.
No one believes my story,
I look like a fool to some
And a sigh is what others give.
But isn't this more than fantasy, imagination or daydreaming?

[Sighs]
Mr. or Ms. Ghost Phantom,
Please do me the favor,
Give them a visit at night,
If it's bulb, burst it
If it's a candle, put it out.
When they reach for a torch and turn it on,
Let your opaque figure cut the rays of the light,
Terrify them untill they're petrified
Let their eyes be as wide opened as their mouth.
Then disappear for a moment.

Reappear when the bulb is fixed, or a candle is lit
Be invisible as usual,
Rather than caress with hands and fingers, scratch on each cheek once
Reach for the pictures on their walls and bring all down
Reach for the books on their shelve and bring all down,
Scatter the books on their tables
Smash their glasses
Terrify them untill they scream for help
Petrify them untill they whisper 'So it's true'
Horrify them to the very last,
And when you're done,
Come back to me and caress me-Sleep tight.