Muthure's Place - Depression

She tells me she’s depressed. 
She says life is a waste of time. 

She cries to me with tears in her eyes about the injustice of it all. 

She talks about her Struggle 

Her Fight 

Her… Demon. 

The one that has no horns 

No tail 

And is not red. 

He’s fly… with that effect. 

You know, the one that gets you high? 

Not the I-seriously-can’t-see-anything-clearly high, 

More like the Oh-my-goodness-I-never-thought-I-could-see-such-beauty-without-my-eyes high. 

He’s not the If-at-first-you-don’t-succeed-brush-yourself-off-and-try-again type of guy. 

More like the I’m-so-damn-smooth-and-I-know-you-know-it-so-why-pretend-you-don’t-love-it-ma? type. 

Lauryn’s Mr. Intentional 

The sweet-talking, confident-walking, not-into-stalking UNLESS he’s on the receiving end guy. 

That devil-on-your-shoulder-with-that-deep-voice-to-die-for-telling-you-to-just-eat-that-chocolate-only-just-after-you’ve-resolve-to-lose-those-hips 

Then-complain-about-your-‘60-kg-ass’-when-you-tell-him-you-can’t-fit-into-that-little-dress-he-likes-when-he-asks-why-you-aren’t-wearing-it. 

That demon. 

She says she’s depressed and doesn’t know why. 

She tells me she’s possessed 

By a demon 

That knows nothing and at the same time everything about her. 

A demon 

So small it could pass unnoticed if you didn’t know it existed 

But large enough to block out the sunlight filtering through the windows to her soul. 

She tells me she’s cold inside 

But that she’s got the hots for the Demon. 

She says she thinks the Demon is taking over her brain, 

Making her one of those cannot-be-seen-dead-in-one-of-those-sweaters ladies 

Or worse still, she says, one of those my-tiny-tiny-clothes-just-happen-to-have-a-higher-IQ-than-my-even-more-mini-brain type women. 

She says she doesn’t like it. 

She tells me she wants the Demon exorcised 

And says she’s heard about a good priest 

That doesn’t charge too much for that kind of thing, you know? 

Problem is; 

Apparently her Demon goes to church. 

She tells me she’s depressed 

And I tell her to shut it.

Joy Muthure