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It’s either I’m a bad bartender or you are bad customers- I refuse to believe it is the former.

I’ve spent years learning how to flair; I’ve juggled bottles, flipped liquors and done magic tricks to wow you but all you care about are your cocktails.

So I’m done pouring into cups I never get to drink from— done serving tables I never get to eat from.

I’m done being a mixologist for people that prove they don’t want to mix with me, which is to say, I refuse to be the friend that always calls; the friend that always splits himself thin for “friends” that would never do the same for me.

So the next time you come to my bar to drink, don’t expect to see me at the counter— don’t expect to see me in your life.

-Buumba Munene-
Buumba Munene Nov 2023
They say we are dust
I wish that was literal
Me, a particle; part of a pyramid somewhere in Egypt
Firmly holding an architectural mystery together for thousands of years
Maybe that would have been better than struggling to hold this 23 year old life together.
Why is this dust flesh?
Why does this flesh have breath?
Why is this breath soul?
They say we are dust
I wish that was literal.
Buumba Munene Apr 2023
Hey bro. If you get this, you’re the boy that gets to love this little angel. A few pointers: Number 1: If she gets a little moody, she’s either tired or hungry..
Number 2: she’s allergic to peanuts, berries and honey..
Number 3: If you run your hands through her hair, she falls asleep..
Number 4: she.. she’s the best that’s.. that’s..

I want her back..
Buumba Munene Mar 2023
“Walls have ears.” — I’m embarrassed that these panels of brick, concrete and sand get to hear my midnight screams.
Buumba Munene Nov 2022
Breakups are for the brave:- those who do not fear to continue their lives alone when the bi-cycle ends and their ride or die leaves when the ride has died.

Those courageous enough to carry themselves up when their lover lets them down and those valorous enough to accept that they will never hear words of the person that called them dear because those words now deafen the heart’s ear.

Breakups are for those ready to be the latest lionhearted lonely losers—the spunky sobbing second-soulmate-seekers.

No coward can part with the person that pats their body parts when life poses pitiless; no one has ever said “it’s over” and meant it without being valiant-

and so, the next time you feel you are done, I hope you will be brave enough to be done.
Buumba Munene Aug 2022
Curse this heart of coal!
Ever burning— ever consuming itself from within:-

Author and finisher of its own distraction.

Why did the fire choose me? Did it not know that I am a heart of coal? — and the more it uses me for who I am, the more I die by what I am.

Curse this heart of coal.
Buumba Munene Aug 2022
It takes three seasons to go by
for angels to look at the earth, and in the fourth, they cry.
Their hearts bleed at the sight of humanity’s pain and they can’t help but let loose their tears as rain.

“Maybe!” they shout to each other, “if we cry a little harder we can show
that the flowers that dried can once more grow.”

‘Pitter-patter’, they pour and pour
so every heart that’s heavy may know—
that though the world grows dry with sorrow
we still have angel tears to borrow.
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