1 Million artisans techincal and vocational education training

Housing Finance to train a million artisans
'Housing Finance will train 250,000 artisans annually in a time stretch of four years

Housing Finance will train 250,000 artisans annually in a time stretch of four years

Mortgage lender Housing Finance (HF) has unveiled a massive training program to train one million artisans for the construction industry by 2016.

Through it’s newly founded corporate social investments arm, Housing Finance Foundation, the NSE-listed firm will train at least 250,000 artisans countrywide annually to 2016 in partnership with the Ministry of Education.

The initiative dubbed ‘Army of 1 million artisans’ flagship project’ seeks to build up workmanship in the construction industry.

HF said the initiative will concentrate on sharpening the skills of artisans through the Technical and Vocational Education and Training (TVET) institutions. This, according to the company, will be handy for Vision 2030 flagship projects such as LAPSSET Corridor and Konza Technology City.

“Technical and vocational education and training is the weakest link in the entire education system yet we require a skilled workforce to roll out projects identified in Vision 2030,” HF managing director Frank Ireri said during the launch of the program.

The programme is expected to create Kenya’s first data bank of certified artisans where firms can refer to when sourcing for services.

HF’s move has been welcome by industry players, most of whom say it will bring reprieve to an industry that is plagued by lack of qualified artisans.

“We have very few qualified artisans, especially painters and plumbers. The ‘Army of 1 million artisans’ flagship project’ will definitely play an important role in the sector,” said Njuguna Mutonga, a Nakuru property developer.

HF is taking advantage of the recently introduced Technical and Vocational Education and Training (TVET) Act 2012, which seeks to create a mechanism for promoting access and equity in training to assure standards, quality and relevance.

The Bill seeks to shift TVET from time-bound, curriculum-based training to flexible, competency-focused training.'

Free Style

My come back

After a long day of putting up Christmas trees and decor at the Junction, Marion decided we go for KFC. No one had eaten all day plus it was a nice opportunity to bond with the new guys at work. I like the service at the branch. After getting served the lady comes to check if the chicken was made according to your preference, or if you need to add something or notify to you that the till is closing so adding something would be appropriate then. I think she is the supervisor their, she has this smile of, "their is more money in your wallet, come on, spend it all here" huh huh.  So anyway these guys tell you the chicken will be ready in 20 minutes but it gets to your table in 10 minutes, most restaurants better learn from this pointer. In the midst of eating, sharing laughs, I kept highlighting peoples manner of eating, I am mean....well not mean, I speak what is on my mind which sounds mean in a funny way so catching feelings is not allowed. Tina eats like a lady, am sure she was so ready to request for a folk and knife, the hands on food business ain her thing plus she reps team no ugali :D. Carstens (yes that's someones name not a tractor backfiring) is a real "Luhya". He attacked the chicken at strategic parameters leaving no left overs on his plate, just like the KDF troupes. Harry and Caleb were the new guys, I could quite diss them because they ate in a "somebody is watching" manner. Fiona sat far so I couldn't tell but Marion huh huuuuuh that is another story for another blog. I don't know why am taking long to deliver my point. After the meal, Marion asked me to go get her "Two Sticks". So I walk to the till and request for  two more sticks of chicken. The last time we were at KFC we ordered for the chilli bucket and five pieces of original chicken that came way later, I thought she had made a similar order like last time. This chic at the till asks me to go get my receipt. I walk back to Marion and ask for our receipt and she picks up her coke and angrily walks to the till and goes like, "We have spent 4g's on a meal why do I need to provide a receipt for....." and I finished her sentence, "......two sticks of original chicken". Marion froze, looked at me and went like "TOOTHPICKS DAN". and everyone on the till plus the pips lined up went in laughter and my story spread to the rest of the people inside the place that evening. Yes I was embarrassed but I couldn't show it. hmmmmmm people should learn how to pronounce words lol.

made it on the papers again :D

How is everyone doing? Time to do a blog-post these days is scarce but I have a lot to say, like have you registered your ass us a voter? please, if you haven't, stop reading and go exercise your constitutional right. I still wonder how people attend these political rallies, paint their body from head to toe, walk half naked in the streets shaking what their mama gave them, mark you this is a dude, chanting to a slogan, in the heat of the sun all day...this is the interesting thing. They are not paid to do these ridiculous moves, shockingly this you will find this man has a wife and several kids at home and he will go home empty handed to sleep hungry.I am not being mean, this is me being real. We give this people a lot of airtime willingly. Let me direct your attention to the media. It is impossible to buy the front page for an advert. But if its politics, lets splash it with their faces and some of these guys don't have a vision for these country, My point, I don't care if you are a die hard supporter of of "Psy" if its not helping you, why go to the extent of making people look at you like, "...that nigga is cray". You get, same applies to WEDGES, unless you are being paid to wear them don't rock them near me, priss :D

"Free style"  is an intro to my come back in my blog, its more or less undefined playing the part of sharing a smile through relevant society ish. Its hard to impress Kenyans so you need an M.I.A moment to see if your groupies will ask for your return. Imagine how I am loved :D choke on that fries from Nevada dear hater.....and ladies I said this before on facebook, if you decide to photo shop your pictures, stick to it till death you part, don't start complaining when we stop talking to you all of a suddenly. We are gentlemen, we let you fill in the blank spaces for yourself.  Us I  go on I would like to give a big shout out to instant showers, the best inventions that were ever made. I mean no more boiling water and showering "bend over" beside a basin or waiting for the boiler to heat up. You just wake up anytime, and PAP a constant hot shower that last, and lasts. and lasts, and lusts, and lasts, and lasts, and lasts (lol who saw what i did their) just like the Chloride Excide battery, but WHAO unto you when KPLC pulls a fast one, you will "OPPA GANGNAM STYLE" until you rinse off the soap.

me and tracy at the syokimau railway

Sherlok's Meru Burger

Finally, my highlight was when I rode the train from Syokimua to Town. I do crazy stuff, well not crazy but things that not everyone does. I told Tracy after the train ride that we must go for bungee jumping, BADENG. I think people who work in the bank are very boring (random thought). I loved the the automated sliding doors and majorly, THE FOOD COURT, well it was my first stop when I arrived. I am passionate about my country and what it has in store for us all. I see, I like, I must appreciate it. Like Sandra's booty :D. The train ride took 20 minutes to town with memorable scenes along the way. This coming weekend I plan to take the train with a couple of friends to Syokimau, have lunch then come back with it. Speaking of lunch I was in Meru 3 weeks ago, take it from me, the burgers from Sherlocks are a disappointment, that Heinken on the pic is not mine FYI. That burn looks crusty but its hollow, the fries were ok but that coleslaw was brownish like it was done in the morning and served to me in the evening. Lakini I loved my stay in the place, especially the part where all cars are public means heh heh, that is all from me. 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

Tembea Kenya

It feels good to be writing again, there has been  too much silence on this here my blog. I have been touring the country and studying some of the cultures. I must say, I still don't get how you can compare "kienyeji" chicken to KFC you people of Western Province, honestly why risk to lose a tooth because of food. Cathy would side with me on this. How long has it been again? Two weeks since my last post hmmmm not bad, so onto where I have been. I am sure most of you have heard about Vision 2030 or saw something somewhere about it. Yes, I am happy to be working with the team. Last week Thursday I officially joined the team #Wakilisha and we did a Road show in Rift Valley, Nyanza and Western. The Vision really opened my eyes and understood what it is all about. Am tempted to break it down, all  I can tell you is if you are reading this blog-post then clearly you have enough resources to to access the information. Be proud to be Kenyan, get to know what is happening in your country. Personally I force my friends, I shove the information down their throats whether we are in an informal or formal setting. Guys, thank me later when your investments start making more bills.

Interior of the Truck

So my tour begun in 1st November, I woke up at 4am to have breakfast :D ....that and also to prepare myself for the trip. My cab guy got me from the house at 5.30am and I was at the meeting point on 3rd Ngong Avenue by 6am. I keep time, but "Kenyans" don't. I could bet ksh 5,000 NOW for someone who has kept time for a meeting I have had with them, anyone up for the challenge? The team I was to travel with were miraculously late, the first person came at 6.45am and i had brave the cold waiting. I had met non of them before and obviously the paranoia of, "will my things be OK" replayed in my head. Nzoiki was the first person to arrive in a pick-up and was really shocked when he saw me. We talked on phone but he expected to find a chubby guy, I don't blame him, my commanding deep voice has lied to many on phone, HUH I know their is lady who wants to proof, my number is at the end of this blog-post ;). In my head I knew I was to travel in a personal car but he burst my bubble after he mentioned that my ride was the 18 wheeler. I dint see how I was going to last  behind a container until it was popped open. The first half of the truck was furnished with a stretch sofa, 63 inch plasma screen with a refrigerator just to mention a few. The rest of the team came in an hour later and being the friendly one i introduced myself to everyone. Most of them looked so up tight apart from Joan, she had a party kind of personality. I took a  position at the end of the sofa, popped open my laptop and went online hoping that this guys will just start talking. I hate people who are just silent or don't communicate. It was one long journey to Nakuru and I did what am do best "Tweet" I mean I get paid to do it :D.

Nakuru Railway Station

The flag off was to start in Nakuru but first the truck had to be cleaned, the sound on it was heavy and it drew crowds from far. We were in Nakuru railway station, which I must say is run down to a hault. The building has a really nice structure and a spacious environment. Apart from the gravel road it is clean and kept sanitary from litter. I walked around and talked to a few street boys just to find out how they survive. Some of them actually had families but they chose to live in the streets, easy money is never the way. Break sweat, walk in the sun, nothing good comes easy but we all choose our destiny. A moment of silence a fly chic is passing.........crap where's my camera. uuuuuugh she has gone. Why does my phone always hang in such situations, moving on. The roadshow got flagged off and we started making our way into Nakuru town, the dancers (Loketo, Sharon and Tony) stole the show by how they were moving to the beat. Their costumes were hilarious.We moved to Njoro then Mau summit last and spent the night in Kericho where we met up with the second caravan team. I did something stupid in Kericho, well it was innocent. I was the last one to walk into the hotel and after I booked my room I dint ask where the stairs were, I walked straight pass the dinning area, lounge and found myself in the kitchen.

Me chatting with Steve and Paul.

Joan came to my rescue after i sturtled the chefs. My night was polite but the weather in the morning crippled my feet. It was so damn cold but I still showered :D on my way back to the car I bumped into to guys, Steve and Paul. They sell tea and wanted to know what we were doing in Kericho, he listed to me all the problems he had but he really inspired me. Selling tea is what they did to make an honest living but all they got at the end of the day was peanuts, why was I listening you might ask. These people have been crying over and over to the government to help them but nothing has been done, If you remember the post election violence in Kenya, a lot of people got displaced and were forced to start from scratch economically and socially. They saw me us a way to get their cry for help to these leaders, which I did the moment I got back to the caravan. We say life is not fair yes, but we can be that change to brighten someones life and I will keep at it until they at least get one change of life from what they laid out to me. My next town was Migori. These people made my day, I even bumped into my cousin Abong'. The caravan made a stop at the market and everyone came out to listen to what we had to say.

Migori Market Crowd

My Vision 2030 coleagues

"Luos" are known for pronouncing "SH" as "S" only, fis, sida, siling, sip, saron, sot are some of the shrubs that went down and am not sorry for anything, I laughed at my people. I had to big up these guys, they knew what Vision 2030 was all about the only problem was that they all wanted a T-SIRT :D next time I SALL return with more. This particular night I spent in Kondele Kisumu and I made a visit to my aunt who lives around the area then I later went to visit my grandpa and and grandma in Kano, that is my ancestral place. I can speak my mother tongue but at times its like wind to my ears,she kept talking to me and I was just responding by saying YES with an occasional smile and fake laugh not knowing I was putting my *ss in the line. Granma was telling me that I should take my November salary to her so that I can get more blessings. I said yes to that, I still defend that she was taking advantage of me, I have bills to pay yo. Anyway this particular night is when I new the true colors of my colleagues. I thought my friends could drink, these guys took the cup. I don't see how you can mix beer as a chaser for vodka an live to see the sun rise the following day. "Wiper" was always silent during the day but after his 4th bottle he became a  "Hilter". Loketo was more of a "night runner", he never slept or sat down and samosas was all he ate. We dissed each other and shared laughs, I trusted these guys because we looked out for each as we toured the whole of Western Kenya. I know I wont be working with some of them in the Central Province tour this coming week but I sure will remember them. Kenya is a beautiful country and I would encourage you to take a visit to a place where you have not been, it helps to open up your mind and you become sharper in understanding situations. So try and Tembea Kenya, 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
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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