E.T.

Kate Perry, photo from E.T. video

Kanye and Kate Perry made a good collabo in their E.T.(A song). The creativity and make up is so detailed it makes the editing of the video look naturally out of this world. Their are dynamics in the music video that sell two thoughts. One is the love aspect and the other is a kind of initiation, the first option is for the innocent minds that think its just a normal. This is my opinion you guys, don't be  going out there spreading rumors on what you read on my blog, I can't afford a law suit with Kanye but come to think the fame it would spark HUH.

Anyway its Friday and it came to my attention that Akon is in the country, I still feel jerk for his arrival, am all about Chidinma who is coming next week for Naija Nyt. I won't attend the concert because I will be working but if you looking for tickets halla at you boy, even strangers :D. To nice? well am an Extra Terrestrial.You need to be open minded to understand my blogposts otherwise you and my pastor will be sailing in the same boat (ignorance). Understanding the society is key to your success in any function to pass on the message of goodwill. I don't like what Pulse Magazine did to gospel musician Astar last week. Yes they spotted him at an event sponsored by an alcoholic company but he wasn't drinking or acting up, so many celebrities were there in WEDGES, why couldn't you write about that, that could have been the story for the day but you decided to pick on him falsely. Pulse Magazine yall are unique, an E.T. of a kind but get you facts right about people before tarnishing what they rely on for 'bread'. Ok, i am done venting.

this is what i mean by cruising at 20kph..lol am joking

Hmmm wahala, and speaking of wahala here is today's story. Most of us love Sunday, we spend it with our loved ones, sleep it away, visit malls...which is good for relaxation but what if you don't get any. I am an event planner and at times weekends become so hectic you have to sacrifice time and work. So this particular weekend  a while back, I got time off and church was not an option, I slept my *ss off all morning and I tell you it felt good (minds out of the gutter pervs). What woke me up is my cousins call, they were at Tamasha Hurli planning to destroy, in lay mans language, "hog".  Food is always a plan, Cathy can agree with me especially when its free. I rolled out of bed, cleaned up nice, this is Tamasha you don't go looking like ed, edd and eddy, scent has to be administered yo. Stunners PAP, I got my car keys and I was off. Crunking up my Nigeria playlist informing people that Mr. Bigshot is around, madtraxx I had to use your line sorry. Doing 20kph, I was going down museum hill and I spotted a commotion. The cars coming from westlands on Uhuru Highway kept speeding off when they got to that inter-section. "Its a Sunday, why the hurry?" I asked myself and stuck to my cruise speed. Just us I was to join the Highway, PROBLEMS. On the side of the road, I saw three young white ladies being mugged by five gentlemen all dressed in caps holding sticks. I got scared at the sight, I wanted to help them but the thought of getting injured raced in my head. I stopped the car, reached out for my wheel spanner underneath the car and decided let this be The Wrath of The Titans. Swinging the door open I dashed out of the car screaming like a Hulk, holding my open in the air like Former President Moi. I had no chance of wining this fight but funny this men just run off.

Central Police Station

I got the ladies put them in my car and drove off to Central Police Station. They kept screaming and crying in the car which got a lot of attention when we drove into the station.  One lady had a cut on her face and they shared bruises on their arms and legs. We walked into the station in a funny way, confused and lost. Never in my life have I ever been in one (husband material) lol, but from watching Inspekta Mwala I new the procedure. We were there for 15minutes and no one had served us yet, the police on duty apperenlty had gone for lunch leaving his station an manned.The man walked in strolling with a pot belly from here to Jerusalem, his writing was horrible and he had sweat patches on his shirt.After recording our statements he asked us to go home. "Go home to do what?" I asked. My phone came out and the OCS was called together with my Lawyer. The lawyer being my dad and the OCS his high school friend. Power is sweet, hang out with me more. We got salutes as we worked in and of offices in the building. We were giving three cops to go back to the scene of crime. Interesting thing is one of the thieves was loitering around the spot trying to make away with a side mirror of a car. He was caught, the beating he got cant be explained because I think he must have died in that cell. He refused to snitch out his pals and we got tired of following up the case, but I kept intouch with this ladies. We are tight now, they like some of my silly updates on facebook and they call me an "E.T." one in a million, it never hurts to help out when you can because some of the hits am getting from Germany on this blog is from the sharing they are doing.

Nairobi Ink Offices.

Big up Nairobi Ink the best place to get your tattoos and piercings, I just worked in and I like what I see ladies here, their and everywhere. Business must be good so I want an E.T. kinda tattoo. I hang around this guys when I get time to and I swear stupidity reineth amongst these fools, Jontay is this aka small guy with the stupidest comments on planet earth, Mobe is our photographer with huge eyeballs, Martin well Introduced him on the previous blog, Martina is out light weight goddess, Joel the pot belly bastard and Asha is the bully. These is how it goes, no gets "huruma" when we decide to diss each other and I get to do this in public. As I end this blog post and start my weekend, touch someones heart, that's my request to you this weekend, Drink Smart, Party Smart and Drive Safe...i am dan obura and till next blogpost...keep it bura.

Nairobi Ink.

Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
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NO!!!

Booksfirts Restaurant

I walked into booksfirsrt restaurant with Kimberly one a saturday for a  lunch and to catch up on famliy matters. Its a nice place, airy and has a view of a lane in town. The seating arrangement is clustered and its hard to eves drops on neighbouring table conversation. Anyway we got a seat next to the bar and signaled the waitress to come serve us, she was dark, bald, plus size with a migingo kinda walking style.It took her approxmately five minutes to attend to us, all she did was just stroll around and giggle at the bar mans flirts. When she got to us, she exclaimed "NINi" meaning "what is it"...me turning my gentleman switch on I asked for the menu. She responded, "when you walk into a restaurant you should know what you want to eat" then she walked off migingoing. Still shocked on what happend I called her back and kindly asked for the menu, she went picked them up from the bar and just a meter away from our the table she shirved them to us. I kept my cool, when we were ready I signald her back to come take our orders and the first three selections we made she said they were all out but I could see the chef in the kitchen preparing the same order for someone else. My patience ran out, and my "bitch" side came to be.

Martin My Tattooist

My patience ran out, and my "bitch" side came to be. I ordered for the most expensive meal,  made sure she keyed it into the system, then canceled and asked for the manager when it was almost ready. For those who know me you understand I can cause a scene when pushed to the wall. Mr. Manager creeps in to the protest requesting me to lower my voice. ish, boss how could  I? In my mind I wanted her out of that place and I made it clear to him. He tried offering us  meals on the house but I turned it all down.I pointed to the waitress and fired her, ok I had no right to but I was at the heat of  moment. I removed my press card and swore I'd write about the treatment, lol and I am, sucks to you *guptka voice*.  Funny thing is, one of the shareholders walked in assesd, the situation and dismissed her, he knew the problem she had with customers for a month now and was waiting for the right moment.It was revealed that this lady had been having a thing with the manager and he kept her around because the sex was good.

Martin's Work

Personally I don't care if you wanna sleep with the MD, Secretary, Accounts or HR, when it comes to business,  good results better show. Learn to say NO to bullshit and being walked on. My pal Martin does tattoos, btw he is really good you should see his work, 0722155495 hit him up. Yaani am marketing his ass and pimping him out over here lol. So,  I pass by his place after work and one thing about him is he will never put a tat or piercing on you till you provide an ID, saying NO can save you from being in trouble, practise it.I have an update on facebook today that reads,"so many ladies are sexy but they don't know it...let's keep it that way". Look at it any how but this is my view is, let them mature mentally, understand the society and know who they are (identity) then introduce the compliment, otherwise saying NO to men who will toy with their feelings will be hard. Am real, I say things they way it is, lol Martha it is what it is...You hate politics but love money, you see why that 60 year old man is still in parliament and doesn't give a shit on how hard it is for you to place meat on your table, its because we put him their by our votes. I have been to party's where people literally throw money and its a shame how you'll see ladies and men scrambling to pick them am, worship of moman, its sad how saying YES can lower my/your standards.  We mess up, but a chance to make things better is mostly garanteed, take it, learn to say NO.

This is not a preaching, am looking out for you. I want by the end of the read you will join my campaign us we say NO to WEDGES lol. I have just remembered on Sunday I rocked a YOLO t shirt to church(the pic is on my Zero blog-post) and this chic Nancy said NO to it because it doesn't send a good message, here's a message to you, why don't you start your own church with rules on what people should wear, Judge Ekaterina much. NO hard feelings though, but you should catch if at your wedding your chick says NO after the preacher asks if she will take you for richer or for poor (we are focusing on the negatives) God forbid *Chay*. As I come to a conclusion remember 27th October at Leisure Gardens, Mamba Village we will be doing free screening for breast cancer, touch yourself, NO? Well I can help :D till next blogpost, keep it bura.




Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
facebook: bura creations
www.buramag.blogpost.com

Coyote Ugly

Road Runner Pic courtes of  Boomerang

Running down the road at great speeds while a trail of dust pursues, taking sharp corners and all you could see is its beak...once in a while it would come to a hault and go like "mic mic" flashing its tongue, wiggle its tail then burst out in lightening speed. I didn't like the road runner, I was always on the coyote's side but he kept on pissing me off on how he spent money on ACME equipment and they all backfired.Anyway am happy he kills the bird in that episode on "family guy",it comes to show that once we focus on our goals all will come to pass :D please don't inflict harm on one another. So we are back from a weekend that I can conclude as just their, some of as worked, others slept in, some partied, while most were on twitter.  I salute everyone who attended, watched or heard the Mashujaa Day Celebration. Us much as we hate our politicians some things should not shake our patriotism.

Patch....

I believe blogs are for people to display their thoughts on a particular issue, create dynamics to an argument and point out possible solutions, talk of justifying myself. Let me take you way, waaaaaay back to my high school days. I was in The Prince of Whales School now known us Nairobi School but famously as Patch, can I get an Amen. I enjoyed my days in school, that's the last two years if you know what I mean.When you got admitted to Patch we were given a booklet with school rules, on my final year, I got the booklet and broke every rule marking them to make sure I did it. YES, I swum with my uniform on including shoes and blazer, skived evening preps, steal chicken from the farm and boil it in a basin with tongs attached to the light bulb then eat it half raw, attend every funky be it a symposium, drama, music fest, Christian Union, French yaani I was in all clubs even History club which I dropped in class 7. My first year wasn't a plan, duh I got bulled mostly by Collo kleptomaniacs, you might know him from that song I like tweeting, YOU GUY, alinistress, but the good thing about him is he used to buy us mandazi when he was in a good mood. He made me wash a tree with a soapy water, blow out an electric bulb and go introduce myself as a form one to a chic when we had funkys. We meet at rave and town randomly and laugh about it but bigup to dj Nruff, he was a cool guy. He saved my ass from this mean pips lol.

Now to the story, one day during a geography class,  mrs.  Barasa a.k.a "back 10" (this name was derived from where her hair line started) rugby guys will get the joke :D anyway she was giving us a lecture on Sedimentary Rocks(am a geek i recall details). It was a hot afternoon and with my dreams of being a surgeon I din't get why I needed to learn about rocks, 8.4.4. still needs to be reviewed. Since no one was getting the lecture we jokingly requested for a tour and just like that the genie granted our first wish. Naivasha Olkaria was where the road trip was scheduled. Fast forward to the day. Well we had two buses at that time and we opted to go in the old bus and come back in the new one, reason is still untold. By 9am we had left school and on our way towards the Rift Valley but whoa unto us. The bus got a flat tyre in  Mount View and it took forever to fix. So a plan came up, apparently we knew a pal of ours who stayed around so we decided to go visit. Nigga made us breakfast and we watched cartoons. An hour later we started making our way to the bus. Strolling and laughing like we owned the streets #TeamTNA :D Intretsting thing is we saw the guys in front of us running but we assumed, how can the teachers leave a couple of students behind. Ripley's Believe It Or Not, we were left behind. Going back to school would have been an indefinite expulsion or suspension. So the brains among us, Lee decided we follow the bus to Naivasha, we were six boys, from the same class, who sat at the corner in class and never missed in the noisemakers list every evening. Now you get why I talk alot, I started my career way back.

We hired a a random matatu and made our way to Naivasha, the plan was to sneak into the crowd of students when the teachers weren't looking, i know it sounds stupid but stick with me. At every junction on the highway we stopped a random person asking if they saw a Nairobi School bus, which most of them did but some ass hole replied this way, "munadhani kazi yangu ni kukaa hapa kuangalia magari ziki pita?" lol ten-nil.
After an hour we got to Naivasha town, this was the problem. If we missed the bus their we had no money to get back to Nairobi. We got on the Olkaria route and after 15mins the matutu guy stopped asking us to top up or the ride would end their, clearly we just had to alight and get our walk on. The sun was blazing not mention the dust, plus no car passed by. 2hours later we got to the gate of the National Park. For those who dont know, Olkaria Power Station is in the National Park. This mean look army guy approached us, made us kneel and claim why we were left behind. He then huddled us in a small room in which we couldn't even sit, it was so small we stood shoulder to shoulder,  lady soldier felt sorry for us and let us in. Ok this is the intresting part, this lady allowed us to walk into a park with wild animals roaming bila a tour guard, now its when its hitting me SMH, I swear she doesn't have kids lol. Funny thing was we saw hyenas from a far but our goal was to find the school bus, the thought of what my mother would do to me because i got suspended freaked the soul out of me. God forbid if she reads this blog :D

Olkaria

2hrs in, we came across a sign, ati Olkario 9.9km ahead. "f*ck it" i remember saying. I wasn't going to walk that distance. I sat on the side of the road and told my pals the bus would find me their as it was exiting the park. I had gone through a lot and if a cheetah found me their, well and good i was saved and heaven would have been the only option. My hands were swollen and I tasted dirt in my mouth, I had sweat so hard I wouldn't even mind onion juice to quench my thirst.In the midest of us arguing the first bus appeared from the horizon, somebody say, ""YMCA dance." We flagged it down like a traffic police hustling a "number tisa". Imagine it passed right by us and carried on. Talk about a slap to the face, choking on the dust it left behind. How can the driver be such an ass and pull such a stunt, i mean we were teenagers within a death prone area. So the second bus came into view, we did the same thing and it passed like they dint see us. In my head it was all a dream and I couldn't wait to wake up from it. A hundred meters from us it stopped. Hussein Blot could have seen the sprint we made, but the driver stepped on the gas each time we got near the bus, we knew it was punishment but we just had to bare with it. The bus eventually stopped and we got in. Mrs. Barasa was breathing fire. The tour was over and we were going back to school. Our plans for sneaking in went down the drain, it was definitely a suspension letter to expect the following morning but hey, it was an experience and the name Coyote Ugly came up. We were legends me, Netha, Kairo, Lee, Clive and Ng'ash. We even made plans to do t shirts, apparently the tour was boring so we dint miss anything. This were the times in my teenage life I laugh at the risk I took and truly remember there is an Angel watching over all of us. Life is short YOLOing ain a bad a idea once in a while. For the suspension we dint get it because it all boils down to the teachers responsibility on us, in short there jobs were on the line if it got reported. Until the next blogpost keep it bura, reality, life experience plus fashion is all about we.




Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
facebook: bura creations

Zero...

So once again its Friday and am lying in my bed picturing how much fun the weekend will be,  maybe I will wake up on Monday morning with Zero Shillings, Zero Syke for work and Zero Memory. Most of us are religious or believe in some being, its how human beings are, hope pushes us beyond the inabilities in our lives that's why I hate it when someone confesses, "I cant". Before I got my company to where it is now I have worked with sadist, mood killers, anti-visionist and the lazy ones. It's hard pushing people to see what you see in a dream. I got mad and all I could do is reason with them which bore Zero fruits and pulled me behind, worst move ever. Dreamers need realist so that they don't fly too close to the sun and realists need dreamers so that they would take off from the ground. Shooting each idea down is a dictators way of life. I am a dreamer, I laugh, I make new friends on a weekly but if you give me a reason to doubt your trust its back to Zero, you will not exist to me.  Harsh? Not really, life is to short to toy with peoples mentality. My cousin's Sylvia  2012 facebook album testifies we only talk to approx 25% of people on it.

My YOLO T

We don't want people who add Zero values in our lives.Why blog about Zero you ask, well it can be viewed as a positive also...like when writing a cheque, getting hospital results or categorizing your problems :). If you have been on The Thika Super Highway, chances of getting traffic is Zero huh huh.
This blog is being written in real time just so you know I have Zero time to think through my thoughts, am in a bus right now heading for an interview for a contract and the heat my word. My dream is to some day visit Alaska and experience the minus Zero temperature and probably get a frost bite as a souvenir :D YOLO, come to think of it lemme upload my YOLO t-shirt I will be rocking this weekend as I chill with my boys Koko and Keroche. How I came up with their nicknames is a story for another blog-post, so keep it bura. Lol  Room 510 in NAXVEGAS God was not in control.

So how many of you have had the new Coke? Well am passing by Uhuru Park and I have seen a vendor selling it, Njoro is his name and what he tells me is that its selling better than the other coke brands. Hmmmmm the Kenyan market is funny because what Val(random chic who jumps into the conversation) is telling me is that she never watches what she eats so the Zero sugar factor in it is music to her ears, "the branding is what I like" she exclaims.

Somebody say, "Slimpossible". Before I go further this is a message to the ladies, why are you so insecure with your size. OK, their is the the part of being unhealthy and you need to cut kidogo Pounds but i am never for the idea. +size or Petit, if your body is naturally like this, be happy with what God gave you, I mean look at Rick Ross, the man had his shirt out and we were all like YUCK but now I know several ladies who wouldn't mind getting a good one from him, why??? His confidence overlooks the looks so the ball is in your court, will you stand their and let someone thrash you to ground Zero?

Enjoying the post? well let me get to the reason why i decided to write this, I have a friend who has lost a lot this year, family, friends, property and hope. Life can change in a night and you should be ready for when that happens. Its a choice on how to look at your Zero in life, embrace it and make good out of it. Their is always going to be good and bad news and ulcers is never a plan if you know what i mean. Am seated at the reception for this interview I was coming for and their are four other people here so the probability of me getting this contract is a fifth, but I know i have a plan b when i get that follow up call on whether or not I get it. Enjoy your Friday evening and remember to celebrate Kenyatta Day kesho with Zero stress :)

Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
facebook: bura creations

Treasured Chests

Treasure Chest Event on 27th Oct.

 In 1999 I was diagnosed with this disease and ever since I wake up every morning with energy for ten people because experiencing a close shave with  death in a painful manner is not something I would wish even for my enemy. I am Dan Obura and you will get me in every Cancer Awareness Campaign giving a talk or volunteering just to spread a message of hope to tht person fighting it. This year I lost an uncle, two aunties and a friend to this deadly disease. 60% of the cure is mental and you need to keep your thoughts positive and stay around people who make you laugh.
I had hodgkins lymphoma which developed as a growth on the left side of my neck categorising me as one among several of the youngest teenagers to have it in that time. Radiotherapy, Chemotherapy and Biopsy are some of the procedures I went through. According to physcians its garanteed that you will be 90% healed however if you get it at an earlier age chances of it recuring are there so annual checkups are adviced, this sparks balancing tears but honestly WE DON'T NEED PITY AND SULKY FACES.

Get Screened Today

We need encouragement and hugs :) to fight for life because there is one thing many people don't understand. When you undergo treatment, the medication  kills both your red and white cells leaving your immune system vulnerable, even a flu can or ulcer can finish you.On Saturday I was at the free screening of Breast Cancer at The Mater Hospital, with minimal advertising the turn out was good and I bumped into a couple of friends. The reason why we do this awareness is because we don't have a definite cause for this disease, its not like HIV where I will have to have intercourse with an infected person or share an infected needle etc...Cancer can develop from radiation emitted from a device, food we eat,  genetic factors or just appear randomly and you will never tell until the day you feel that lump randomly or examining yourself. Ignorance is never bliss when it comes to these screenings, have a friend accompany you to one for moral support and confidence.

Mater Breast Cancer  Screening on 13th July 2012

Catherine was giving a talk at The Mater that day, she is a survivor from Breast Cancer. Come to notice all survivors have very strong personalities, anyway I learnt how to check for lumps on the breast by placing one hand behind my head and using the index, middle and ring finger to apply pressure in circular motion. Some of the symptoms she explained were blood discharge from the nipple, orange color around the  nipple and indenting of the nipple.Why do I need this info? well you can notice it on your spouse plus also men too can contract it. A point she also gave was that we are afraid of our bodies. Very few people can stand alone naked infront of a mirror at home and look at themselves, I mean its your body that is why Treasure Chest a campaign  by Nairobi Women's, KENCASA and Perfect Pairing going by the motto, "if only women cherished their boobs as much as men did" are doing another Breast Cancer Campaign on the 27th October 2012 at the Leisure Gardens in Mamba Village.Entry will be Ksh 500, Breast Cancer Screening will be free but Cervical and Prostrate Cancer screening will be at a subsidized cost. Supporting us by just being their will humbly be appreciated. Join as in this Campaign in twitter: @treasurechestKE and facebook: THE TREASURED CHEST CAMPAIGN, till next blog-post keep it Bura.

 

 Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
facebook: bura creations
www.buramag.blogpost.com

 

YOU GUY!!!

Simba, Pumba and Timon

Feel free to walk into a room full of ladies, point the fairest of them all, club her head hard enough so us she passes out, drag her by her hair to your quaters. I loved the Flinstones :) but I was on youtube a while back and rumors were, Bunny and Wilma had a thing, 'the TING' as Adelle would put it...SMH even in cartoon relationships cheating prevails,  its a cat and mouse game. On that note, Tom should have eaten Jerry by now these feelings just mess up insticts like Simba (Lion King) hanging out with that warthog and meerkat (Timon and Pumba) 'Hakuna Matataing' in the Forest while he was supposed to be ruling 'Pride Rock. It took a specter of Mufasa to show Simba who he really was by pointing out  his reflection on the pond. Where am I going with these? Know who you are, your worth, the potential placed at your fingertips. We are not equal but their are things you can do better than me (forget about the poll in RnB), icons always stand at the podium asking our generation to rise and claim what our fathers left behind but they have glued their ass's onto the throne, that will be a discussion for another post.

Pavement Westlands

I had goose bumps writing that intro, I feel like doing a novel now "Think Like a Man"...I know Kenyans will leak it so that they don't buy it huh huuuuuh any way to serious matters. Foursquare will tell you that I am always in Westlands, guilty yes, lakini  am very observant. Mostly in the evening when people start leaving work and streaming into the clubs, dudes still in their office wear and ladies all freshened up to open the eyes of the predator, its a mood killer when a chic hits on a dude.Like the cheetah in the 'Mara', I like the chase, being taken in circles before she decides ok we can have coffee, please note, not Sex, but an innocent "hi, I'd like to know you before 2nd Base". Good things don't come that easy YOU GUY.

RnB Club Westlands

Here's the story, on Thursday I passed by RnB to have a sit down meeting with Oti and when I walked in he already had company. Am not good with new faces so what I do is I let you talk, figure out the kind of person you are, gauge your general knowledge, find out how uptight you are then I start dissing your wedges :D this is 2012, catch a flu not feelings. I felt at home and joined the team. One lady was on whiskey the other was on Snapp, that advert is playing in my head "...start with Snapp throw your hair  back"....lakini that weave had seen better days.Jeff was the guy hosting the two ladies, he dint talk much but I knew what he was after, I mean Val's  boobs were doing the Azonto each time she made a body movement. The night was cold and windy and at some point it started raining, cold weather is just the ish. Val got tipsy and Jeff made his prey move, I mean he was driving a Range Rover Onyx their was no need to "nyemelea". So he opted to drop her home leaving me, Oti and Ann. The story begins.I stuck to my coke because that is what faithful men do, YES??? This lady started getting a bit to comfy, her jacket came off and her hair was let down. Her cooperate look immediately varnished, it was all hugs and dancing while marketing her two left feet.

True Friendship

 My cue to seat far a way got signaled. That's when we opted to switch clubs and team 100 was the better option. Psys Westlands had so many Langata people that evening am sure if they open another club in Nakuru it will still be the same people from L.A. partying their. The lady bouncer was mean and dint let just any lady to walk. After getting a table that is when the shots started streaming in, I stuck to my coke zero. Ann became a handful, everyone kept saying hi to everyone and she pulled disappearing acts. I had to freak out because her phones were in my car. You can not blast someone who is high because 90% of the time they will not hear.The night became a baby sitting one, escorting her to the ladies and waiting outside, apologizing on her behalf for peoples drink she split...this was my signal to bounce. I hate nights like this, taking care of someone you don't even know. Get to know what you can and can't handle, if people laugh when you order soda you know what is good for you that's why you are having it. It took me and Oti 1hr and a half hours to get this lady out of the club to her house before she woke up with a stranger next to her. Some of you might say that we were being too nice but at times it alters an end result to someones future.YOU GUY,  be that angel to that random person especially when communicating to them because people will never forget how you made them feel. I need you and you need me just like pieces in a puzzle. Till the next blog-post, spread some bura love :)

Dan Obura
Managing Director
Bura Creations®
P.O.BOX 51306-00200
NAIROBI, KENYA
TEL: +254 725 932 277
twitter: @dan_obura @buramag
facebook: bura creations

The 90's

Gratewall TV

" Like sand through the hour glass, so are the Days of Our Lives"...I tell you I used to love this series especially when 'Malena' was posed, for those who are still floating copy paste that phrase on Google. This generation have no idea how analogue TV was the ish. You know those days you would come back from school to get 'uji' ready and you switch on the telly to find the colored stripes, then the national anthem would start playing as the showed the Kenyan flag. I was so patriotic that I'd stand at attention with my right hand on my chest singing along us my nostrils flared with enthusiasm. Am proud to have experienced this moment in time.Gratewall was the brand to have in your living room and we never fought over the remote, OK, their was none at that time. News would start and 90% of the time they would talk about the former President Moi. He was my 3rd hero right after "Danger Mouse" and "Sonic". Tahamaki, Vitimbi, Vioja, Tausi...I know someones blood is boiling right now, something you could watch as a family without nausea checking because of a "pwani oil" ad popping up(I still don't get that advert). Life was simple, organised and adventurous.

greenfields estate 2012

 The guys who grew up in Embakasi can relate with the quarry, every Saturday after
school we loved going down the to fish for tadpoles, swim in that river which is now a sewage dump site, 'dandia' those trailer us they shipped stones to and fro then go start a fight with the street boys in their own turf. Rodger was our neighborhood bully and I kept buying him 'patco' and 'chupa chups' for protection from other kids, yes I was a mean kid. Eastlands was the hood to live at that time, fresh cut lawns, vets came every month to check up on your pets, cops spoke good English...yes people I am not making this sh*t up. The 'Maziwa ya Nyayo' days were actually this blissful but this is what happened to 'Savannah' (my former hood). The real estate businessman who built it past away suddenly which resulted to the government taking over the property and selling it to individuals. The City Council at that time did not have clear by Laws and people started building extensions to the original houses and cutting down trees every where.

Maziwa ya Nyayo

The great migration to Nairobi had started. Let me not bore you with history, back to my interesting life, lol. My primary school was within a walking distance from the house, I would say approximately a 3minute walk, actually from my bedroom window I could see the morning parade taking place. Caxton was my best friend, they lived five house from us. Come rain or sunshine we were always late for school, we would sneak into class  after assembly and blame the ngong road traffic when busted. We played the devils advocate so well not even our mum's knew if we were lying, once bitten twice strategic was the motto f* this YOLO vyb. Our math teacher was called Mr. Mathai, he always came to class chewing on garlic like "miraa" my gosh his breath, but the good thing about him was  the smiley stickers with different colors, so each sticker color determined the percentage you got in an assignment,  its funny he never put two and two together why me and Caxton got the same  problems wrong o.O

E-sir Nairobi Legend

So who were the artists we listened to? well Juacali was still upcoming and Esir was still being heard kidogo kidogo. Naughty by nature, Kriss Kross, DMX, Sisco, Tupac, B.I.G...someone just whispered to me ati Elvis, excuse me Ashley if you want a mention on this blogpost just say instead of eves dropping SMH. Where was I, yes Aaliyah, man I had a crush on this girl until Mya came into the picture. I remember the tape recording error, where we used to stay radar on a specific radio show and when they play your song you record it on to a tape, we never got the full song as some silly presenters would talk in between a song *side eye Machoka* lol,  but it was still satisfying. Shout outs to Kanda Bongo Man I loved his jam "kwasa kwasa" but catch me dead wearing a high waist. Mobile phones, huh huuuuuuh..well we started with a phone booth, there was only one in the entire estate and we used it mostly to wait for calls from our loved ones in the states. Don't laugh, but you could find us waiting a whole afternoon and get no call :( stop giggling and your mobile hasn't rang since morning nkt. If you are from this time and never owned a flip phone, well you suck like this big.



And my all time favorite, FOOD...there is only one thing I would ask for when I knew someone was going to town, Chips. All kids asked for this and if you had chips for lunch you would walk around with your oily lips to brag how awesome your mum was but if you had ugali, you wouldn't show your face till the following day. Wimpy was such a big deal back am shocked on how they hire "momos" to serve you food...am still waiting to be served a one legged chicken, the wahala I will bring. Fabs kept on rotating, you would find "shake" was the in thing this holiday and next "hide and seek" was the talk. For kati I was natural a pro #TeamPetit say," I" am sure by now all the playgrounds have been grabbed and someone erected a pub hmmmmm society can be so blind with utilization of the environment all in all The 90's babies rocked. Till the next blog post, keep it bura and Happy Moi Day if he was still President :p

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Mr and Miss "Picky"

java Adams

 Siting alone, ordering rounds of coffee as I watched couples walk in and out, exchanging pleasantries and laughter was how I spent my after business hours. Waiters at Steak n' Ale, Java, Dormans just to mention a few for my  chicken periperi menu order, accompanied by a blackcurrent soda with lots of ice. I wasn't a loner, I was WHOOPED. Yes love makes you do crazy things like giving out your rent so that she can do her hair. Hold on, did I do this??? Naaaaah I gat pride.

never settle for less...

I have been single for almost three years now, am picky when it comes to that specific form of commitment. Most of us are.  "Settle for Less" by Liquideep clearly outlines what personally, I or any other person would look for in a potential wife. P.S. I said wife not girlfriend because am looking way into the future. But, what if you don't get all this traits in one person or the person you spot is already taken. Will you downgrade your standards and tarnish a relationship for Emotional gain?

never blame social media for breakups....

So many people flirt on each others walls on Facebook, its not bad if you are actually single but if you have that 'someone', what do you think will run through their mind when they see this? No one is ever ok once attention they are used to is channeled somewhere else, no matter how much they testify its fine, its a bluff. Is there any objection to that point? o.O Never blame social media for breakups, its your lies that are the determinant but bless the great minds that came up with the android technology, I have this app that notifies me via text when my facebook and twitter account get more than 30hits from one person in span of 15mins. Its a definate stalker alert system but wierdly  almost half of my hits end up to be from family, noisy AF. Back to my point,
 if we are seeing each other and I keep getting this notifications from you, what are you telling me?

Mr. And Mrs. Picky, yes we tend to do a lot of 'investigation' because we experienced pain, you will always get hurt  no matter how cautious you want to be. Frequency and magnitude is what matters of the feeling that should cue you on whether or not to stay, this is my opinion and us they say, opinion is the cheapest thing, everyone has one. Belive it or not your spouse will be imperfect, and in this imperfection you will find the treasure in them...yes??? Let me lay it out to you, eg. you are a neat freakout, and he is a disastor when it comes to organistion, definately you will keep correcting his mistakes. It will drive you mad but he will love you for being their for his weakness and apperantly the fact that it drives you insane you will tend to have a soft spot for him. I belive a healthy relationship is when you argue like kids, love like you are on a daily honeymoon and trust with no doubts.

Buffet Park Hurlinghum

I spent my weekend at buffet park in hurlighum and I must say, the "mtura" is delicious and the people their are too friendly. The place is in the heart of a "posh" area but the setting invites a "kienyeji" feel when you drive in. Big names come to watch the bands play and enjoy an afternoon of soccer (shout outs to Manchester fans somebody say," 3-0"). Anyway, I sat on the high tables near the edge of the pub and I could see everyone and anyone walking in and out and yes me and my friends would comment on peoples dressing,f*** WEDGES, for sure "the Lord was in control" (a phrase Koko and Keke would use).  Big cars drove in and I noticed a conversation would stop between my lady pals as they would try to see who was driving. I still wonder if their was a moment of silence when I drove in. o.O

This was my confirmation,
looks + good vyb = you gerring it
a nice car + a pathetic personality = you seating alone
epic company + alcohol = best bonding ever
ego + arrogance = mid life crisis
...and the math goes on, call me picky but two of this are a +1 to me. So is it possible for us to stop looking and focus on our goals and believe that destiny will bring me a good wife/husband, NO??? I dont want to go all religious on you because of sensitivity but i have faith in the power of the tongue. So go out have fun, you see a fly girl or guy give them a chance, its never that serious until someone proposes and may all the players be taught a lesson. Remember if your heart doubts, trust your instincts and flee like a MOF. So until next post keep it bura.


dan obura,
bura creations ltd.
p.o. box 51306-00200
Nairobi, Kenya
Tel: +254725932277
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Bura Mag Transition

I don’t like pulling pranks. Not that I do mind. I do pull pranks on people from time to time. I like laughing when I see them swallow the lies. I like to observe their reactions after realizing it was, well, a prank. But I do fear pulling pranks of huge magnitudes, you know, the kind that makes people plan their lives around your lies, okay, joke. The ones that make their hearts race, the ones that make them tense with anticipation. Those ones.

 Not so for Dan. He can pull them left,right, and centre. He can pull one on you, and while you are laughing after discovering it was a prank, he pulls another one on you.

 That is what he did sometime back- on April fool’s day. I can’t remember whether it was last year or the other year. The point is he call pull a hell hurricane of a prank- he told guys he was going to, was it Austria? So he decides to organize a farewell bash. And guys curse and diss and celebrate, raise all kinds of ruckus on FB and the other online hangout joints that you know. It is a farewell bash for him, so, if you gonna attend, click going.

bura fans at the Pool Party launch

I didn’t curse, I didn’t vent in public. I didn’t care. I am a man, and men don’t care. So I kept quiet, and pretended everything was cool. A win- win situation. Because when it turned out a prank, I acted like I knew. I wasn’t punked. Really? Naah! I was kinda pissed off too. Coz I was beginning to really like the magazine. But I kept quiet. Like a real man. And life went on.

It happened, the bash. But the departure never happened. Well you know that by now; because it was a prank. And life went on. But one comment stuck. Why are you killing the mag?

There was no intention to kill the mag. But the concern was genuine. It also showed that someone else was a stakeholder in the mag. Of course the reader is important, very important. The reader is the magazine’s raison d’etre. So we decided to kill the magazine, the old form of the magazine, in order to create the new one. It was a metamorphosis. 

That is the reason why Bura meets you again on this platform; it is better, more colorful, edgier, interesting and well, cool. Soon, we are giving you an app for your phone. It only gets better from here.

Lunch with E. Pasaris  & other media reps.

The congregation of great minds is what Bura is. I am greatly fascinated by African names, cool African names. More especially if they have content. If they have character. If they have personality. It is a plenty in Africa, personality. But we love that thing, that unexplainable factor that makes something stand out. Africa has gone global. It went a long time ago when colonialists came for our resources. But this going global is different. Africa has gone to the rest of the world. And the Africa that has gone to the rest of the world brings home the rest of the world. That’s why we have Asia and America in Bura. That is why we hope to get the other continents into Bura. Part of the Bura family, in New York and China is all ready to give your magazine a global feel. Whatever that goes down in the big apple and our photographer happens to get wind of it, and there is a pretty good ear on that photographer, you will see it right here.

So as that girl asked what will happen to the magazine, we did too ask ourselves, and the response is what you are seeing and will be seeing in the future. The future starts now. That journey of a thousand miles-allow me to use that cliché-just began with a single step. A step of authenticity, beguiling authenticity. Always inviting, like African coffee.

the future is bura...

 Just like coffee. We will be darker, thicker, heavier and tastier..damn we will be addictive too. Whether you like black; no sugar no cream, or white, we will cover your taste buds. So now, if you happen to come across us while you in a place where you can make yourself a nice cuppa, make it the way you want and take it while indulging in Bura. You will then understand what I am talking about.

 Article by, Abu (bura writer) 

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