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Copy and Paste Blogging: SPEAK OUT!

Two days ago, I stumbled upon one of my original articles: https://chocolatechutzpah.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/21-unbelievable-things-women-will-do-to-get-married/ on Stella Dimoko-Korkus’ blog: http://www.stelladimokokorkus.com/2014/01/crazy-things-some-ladies-do-to-get.html.
    No acknowledgement had been given to me and I immediately sent her an email drawing it to her attention. This was the response I got:

” My dear. Im sorry bout this oh. Even punch stole all my original words last week when they went to defend a story and did not give me credit. I did a double take and almost fainted.
Before i became a blogger. My magazine articles was taken by Linda without giving me credit for yrs. She and others and there was notin i cud do.
There is no. Effective law on this. Just stop puttn out ur articles until u device a way. I cant say more but i have decided to join them since they will not stop oh.”

I was too stunned for words. Stella didn’t change her blog post after the email. As far as she was concerned she had mentioned in the post that she didn’t write it and linked back to the website she took it from. More importantly intellectual property theft was normal since she had been a victim in the past but I wasn’t ready to let it go. I wasn’t angry with Stella for taking my work, I was angry that she chose not to fight for herself when others took her work and now expected me to follow suit!

On a whim I googled that particular post and these blogs had also stolen that post without any acknowledgement:

http://nigeriacamera.net/2014/01/28/exposed-crazy-things-some-desperate-nigerian-girls-are-doing-to-get-married/index.html?

http://www.hotrendezvous.blogspot.com/2012/09/interesting-21-unbelievable-things.html?m=1

http://www.superwomannig.com/2013/07/21-crazy-things-nigerian-women-would-do.html?m=1

http://somewhereinmoscow.blogspot.com/2012/09/21-unbelievable-things-women-will-do-to.html?m=1

After the first Google page had yielded these four as well as two other blogs who did the right thing and acknowledged me, I was too angry to search for more. I wondered how many of my posts had been illegally reproduced elsewhere on the internet and what my next line of action should be.

So many people have suffered this in silence, from the big shot bloggers to the newbies and it continues to be a disturbing trend. Now in Nigeria, every Tom, Dick and Harry feels they can start a blog with zero imagination and zero creativity just as long as they can ‘copy and paste’ from the vast material available on the Internet. These materials were written by human beings who in many cases do not require any form of financial settlement in exchange for using their materials but just an acknowledgement and perhaps a link to the original post so that they get the recognition they deserve.

Nigerians especially are guilty of this copy and paste menace. In my first year as a masters student at the University of Sheffield, I was amazed at what emphasis the University placed on plagiarism. It wasn’t even enough to include your source as a reference, you were not allowed to lift the contents word for word and before submitting your assignment you had to first submit a draft to turnitin which was an automated plagiarism checker. The penalty for plagiarism was not a laughing matter and facing a panel or repeating the course were just a few of the punishments.

People have been involved in lawsuits costing them thousands of dollars due to intellectual property theft but like Stella sadly pointed out such laws are absent or lax at best in Nigeria and common in all spheres of the entertainment industry. I remember when Nollywood actors and actresses came together to fight against piracy and even in the music industry it’s a serious problem. One might say Piracy and Plagiarism are two different things but if an artist sweats to come up with some good stuff and someone else takes the recognition, glory or gains then it is just wrong. It is daylight robbery to pass someone else’s work off as yours and to all those who justify themselves that they got it from someone else who was the actual thief, ask the policeman whether he doesn’t arrest a person found with stolen goods even if the person claims the stolen goods were bought from the actual thief.

I have been advised to stop putting articles out till I device a way and this is one way I hope will make a difference. I am speaking out today against intellectual property theft in Nigeria and copy and paste bloggers. Honest, talented bloggers in the blogosphere should unite and put a stop to this. No more monkey dey work, baboon dey chop! If you doubt that this is a legit issue, contact a lawyer. I have two working with me who are encouraging me to sue. Now that I have put this post out in the open, I will make stealing posts from my blog/website a legal issue from henceforth.

Please stop copy and paste blogging. I don’t think any writer would prevent you from reproducing part of their work if you gave them some credit in the post. Let’s fight for what’s right and shake off the Naija mentality and oppression. I almost didn’t write this because some people kept tryna scare me into letting go but now is the time to SPEAK OUT! Please keep sharing this post till the word gets out.

Have a blessed day Chutzpah fam,
xoxo

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Posted by on January 30, 2014 in Inspirational

 

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The Excuse!

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Ok November is gradually drawing to a close and I have to confess! Chutzpah fam I have sinned. I have fallen off the wagon and wallowed in the laps of procrastination. I have sunk to the depths of excuse-ville to ponder upon my inadequacies, blaming others but myself.

What am I on about…?

Nanowrimo2013! I had the badge, i started the journey but here I am with barely 10,000 words penned on paper. I have failed my challenge miserably and national writing month has become national empty words month! Alas my greater sin was taking time off from blogging. I am sure you all thought how noble and utterly incredible that Miz Chutzpah was finally gonna write a full novel in one month. 50, 000 magical words (and/or inclusive) but here I am, writing an apology instead as I shamefully face the blogosphere. Write I did not, read I did not ( my masters sadly tossed aside howbeit temporarily) but do I regret this one month spent lounging? Of course not (uhm I mean yes of course) but before I apologize allow me to formally tender my excuses.

1. It was my weight’s fault. I have lost 4 kg in the past month and I won’t lie tryna be creative when hunger is thwacking your innards is quite impossible. I have looked at Chinese restaurants so lustfully of late that my ever faithful ugwu and chicken breast threatened to kick me to the curb. I have skipped till my bossoms begged for respite and drank water like I lived in a desert so you would agree with me that 4kg is a mean number, 10 would be far nicer and of course now you can understand why I could not write those words

2. It was GEJ’s fault! What? Don’t roll your eyes at me, everyone loves blaming the government for everything so why should I be different (might I add that PDP is to blame too!) 😉

3. It was ASUU’s fault. If they hadn’t gone on strike my neighbors wouldn’t be home drinking and blasting music to the wee hours of the night making me unable to write down two remotely connected sentences! Please send our kids back to school biko!

4. It was my boss’s fault. In an ideal world I should have been given a full month off work to express my inner creativity as I poured out my passion on paper but since I have to work 8am to 6pm every day that leaves me with just enough energy to creatively go to bed!

5. Blame marriage. I had to cook, clean, color and then do some more cooking so really if the words couldn’t jolly well write themselves I wasn’t gonna add that to my list of wifely duties.

Truthfully my excuses are endless…and I would cheekily rant and rave about how justified I was if you had the time to listen but the truth is if something is important to you, you will accomplish it. NO EXCUSES! Before y’all bury me, take a moment to consider all the things you have failed to do and all the flighty excuses you thought every one else was buying. The truth is most excuses are lame and letting our family, our friends and our boss’s down is not even as bad as letting ourselves down yet we do it so often. As the year comes to a close it’s time to take stock of your life. Look at those things you have been putting off since January and the excuses for not doing them which by now must have worn really thin. You can do it! Don’t wait till January first to start making cliché new year resolutions, just decide today is the day.

I used to be so afraid of driving and kept procrastinating actually learning to drive but this month I registered at a driving school and now I can’t wait to be auditioned for the fast and the furious. Maybe I should add a ferrari to my wish list? Dear Santa….ahem, to be continued.

Chutzpah fam, do something incredible this year! End the year with a bang.

Xoxoxo
ps: sorry for being AWOL and not writing my 50k words. Kisses.

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Chocolate-Flavoured Vodka!

The story of a gal and a guy 😉
Toasting ko easy, even when it seems like everything don click, e fit scatter, Gbam!

Here’s a poetic war of love between my friend V and I, don’t pity him too much, he enjoyed small….

Vodka:
Am swimming in a sea of dark brown goodness. Aphrodisiac kind sweetness Chocolate dreams giving me the stiffness.
U dig?
Must be made in Amsterdam, guilty pleasures handed out in minute measures which to some be an overdose,
I got the vodka, let’s make a toast!
Chocolate:
5 feet away & I still miss you sitting and thinking of how I wanna kiss you.
My vodka, my sweet, not gonna let any man diss you.
Playing hide&seek & stolen kisses so nobody sees you.
Xxx

Vodka:
Chocolate hymns,
chocolate dreams,
chocolate streams I’m swimming in.
Please!
Chocolate hymns in my ear. Chocolate in front, chocolate in the rear.
How does chocolate know that I do like her?
Well that’s easy, eyes blood shot, tools hell hot from a touch.
Got vodka passing boiling point. Sensations got nerves jangling as they travel down part synapses Got me thirsting for a relapse after asking for an end.
Pity my health with this trend,
I got the one willy wonka didn’t have.
Like usher I got it bad.
Aphrodite’s jealous;
mad at your song.

Chocolate:
I want you so bad I get jitters when u come near,
I have to fight falling for you. You’re so manly, so erotic
you smile&I turn to jelly. Someone save me…
I couldn’t give up true love for a facade
but a l’il part of me is hoping you fall for me hard
so that I have a good excuse to change the path of my destiny if I choose to.
Like pretend luv,
cos I cant justify my feelings.
How can you care for 2? Still want you,
still miss you,
still like you so so much.
For a whole week I fancied myself in love with you
but after I finally got the courage to say it
I realised that I didn’t feel the release I should have.
Guess it was probably me still on the verge of falling or deeply infatuated.
Give me some more time, my feelings will make sense.

~And then she dropped the bombshell~

I picked him over you. I’m marrying him.
He may not be perfect but I love him.
I’m sorry I hurt you, wish things were different.
You’ll make a woman a good husband, I’m sorry i’m not that woman.

Vodka has remained speechless till today!
Drink in silence….
Have a great day peeps and remember chicks, guys have it tough too, no matter the lyrics, sometimes ko si kankan 😉

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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Chocolate-flavored Vodka!

The story of a gal and a guy 😉
Toasting ko easy, even when it seems like everything don click, e fit scatter, Gbam!

Here’s a poetic war of love between my friend V and I, don’t pity him too much, he enjoyed small….

Vodka:
Am swimming in a sea of dark brown goodness. Aphrodisiac kind sweetness Chocolate dreams giving me the stiffness.
U dig?
Must be made in Amsterdam, guilty pleasures handed out in minute measures which to some be an overdose,
I got the vodka, let’s make a toast!
Chocolate:
5 feet away & I still miss you sitting and thinking of how I wanna kiss you.
My vodka, my sweet, not gonna let any man diss you.
Playing hide&seek & stolen kisses so nobody sees you.
Xxx

Vodka:
Chocolate hymns,
chocolate dreams,
chocolate streams I’m swimming in.
Please!
Chocolate hymns in my ear. Chocolate in front, chocolate in the rear.
How does chocolate know that I do like her?
Well that’s easy, eyes blood shot, tools hell hot from a touch.
Got vodka passing boiling point. Sensations got nerves jangling as they travel down part synapses Got me thirsting for a relapse after asking for an end.
Pity my health with this trend,
I got the one willy wonka didn’t have.
Like usher I got it bad.
Aphrodite’s jealous;
mad at your song.

Chocolate:
I want you so bad I get jitters when u come near,
I have to fight falling for you. You’re so manly, so erotic
you smile&I turn to jelly. Someone save me…
I couldn’t give up true love for a facade
but a l’il part of me is hoping you fall for me hard
so that I have a good excuse to change the path of my destiny if I choose to.
Like pretend luv,
cos I cant justify my feelings.
How can you care for 2? Still want you,
still miss you,
still like you so so much.
For a whole week I fancied myself in love with you
but after I finally got the courage to say it
I realised that I didn’t feel the release I should have.
Guess it was probably me still on the verge of falling or deeply infatuated.
Give me some more time, my feelings will make sense.

~And then she dropped the bombshell~

I picked him over you. I’m marrying him.
He may not be perfect but I love him.
I’m sorry I hurt you, wish things were different.
You’ll make a woman a good husband, I’m sorry i’m not that woman.

Vodka has remained speechless till today!
Drink in silence….
Have a great day peeps and remember chicks, guys have it tough too, no matter the lyrics, sometimes ko si kankan 😉

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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EVOL~

——My version of the story——

Life blows both hot and cold For a green horn not even old.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing Cost nothing but a farthing.
So like a vulnerable reindeer Not ready to succumb to its predator, I masterminded a subtle disguise And went forth to subdue the world. With the pretended wisdom of a professional, I curtailed an unsuspecting buck.
But Oh foolish me, I didn’t realize that the coin bears two sides
‘Tis the summer of long ago. What fun we had you can never imagine. Your fine ears would tingle
At all our funny jingles
And without a further thought,
On and on I waltzed with my delectable ally
On and on we delved until Cinderella’s clock chimed twelve!

Alas…………………
I had run out of time
Winter was drawing near and the prize was still not mine for the taking.
I succumbed to the words of greener horns
And sold my precious coat in exchange for the prize.

Oh poor soul,
After giving your fair coat, one which had never been hurt or even mal-handled into the hands of the keeper of the prize,

It was returned to you rejected and not just the same and the prize refused you.

Oh life, your coat will heal and its sheen return
but one must pray that the pining does stop
For it must be that yours was never meant to be.
…………………………………………………

~ The Version told under the mango tree~

‘Tis the tale did go,
Two summers ago,
A lad and lass
danced once again
to the wondrous tune
of the sisters of fate
The lass
(bless her heart)
was nothing but a minor
not aware of the unexpected visit
of our flighty cupid
Their paths sure did cross
in a very remarkable way
and if one was to say modernly,
in the fashion of the times,
one would say theirs was surely
A meeting on the line

They talked and talked
My, my, dear gentlemen and ladies of the audience
Your fine ears would tingle
at their morally shocking jingles.

The lass (poor dear) was awed by the stranger
But as would be expected, that didn’t affect her chatter
On and on they went,
As surely as the clock strikes ten
So bold she did go
Like a reindeer in the snow
until a heady climax was reached

She was asked to be his queen
She shied away like a scared donkey
And brayed unintelligibly
till her prince was distraught.
He chastised himself on his mistake
For ever dreaming she was the one
And all was sad up in heaven
as the lass and lad different paths were driven.

Hear!! Hear!!
In this whirl and twirl
And tumult within and without,
Hope’s little fingers remains crossed
As she beholds the lass’s despair
only she sees the rainbow beyond the looming dark clouds.
………………………………………………..

There are times when right beautiful things
Could come at the wrongest of times
To the wrongest of people.

When God with his uncanny humor
Would make the paths of the most unsuitable enigmas cross

The physicists say opposites attract
but the counselors say you must have something in common.
Which do I follow, science or ethics.

Poor me! Being a science student has affected my choice unconsciously,
As I have waltzed to the tunes of Sir. Isaac Newton and Lord Earnest Rutherford not to mention Madame Curie.

I have fallen for the wrongest of people,
A prize not even mine for the taking
A real jewel in the rough.

What is it about him,
that leaves me sleepless at night?
My parents would chastise me,
my friends despise me,
my colleagues disapprove of me,

Shouldn’t I use my head in this matter,
why do I succumb to the yearnings of my heart?

This is a man who scorns etiquettes.
A man who is as wily as a cat.
A man or yet even so a boy

But sometimes at night, I remember his smile
And the look in his eyes as he mercilessly teases me.

I mustn’t fall but alas I fell a long time ago.
He leaves me ever so vulnerable but gullible I am not!!!
……………………………………………….

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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Love’s Second Coming!

     I’ve heard people say that if one could grasp the meaning of love
One would be one step nearer to recognizing and emanating that true feeling

God is love
If man could only comprehend
The magnitude of this simple sentence
Then the greatest wisdom of all would have been attained

Love is patient…
An all-powerful God continues to coax an unrelenting people
To mend their ways.

Love is kind…
A God who hearkened to the cries of his people
In the affliction they had brought upon themselves because of their sins
And stretched out his mighty hand

Love is gentle…
The God who made the rambling mountains, the dangerous precipices
And the vast universe also made the delicate petals of a rose
And painstakingly designed the wings of the beautiful butterfly

Love does not seek its own way…
The all-powerful God could have compelled us,
Who are but specks before him to obey and worship
But instead gave us a will of our own and a choice to do what is right

Greater love had not a man than he lays his life for his brothers
God showed an undying love
Through His dying Son

A special being devoid of all sin and unrighteousness
100% man
100% God

He was sent with a message
A seed borne out of love for a perverse and lost generation
A depraved mankind on its way to destruction

He loved us
Didn’t even spare his only son
His son’s blood was all it took to save us forever

Oh God, What love!
That we may grasp the wonders of this emotion

Emotion?
Love is not just feeling
Neither is it passing or based on circumstances brought before you

Love is God
For if you have not love, you have not God
Love is your one-way ticket to the throne room of God

Little wonder, God is love
And as Jesus said I am in my father and my father is in me
So Jesus is love and also the way, the truth and the life.
I love you

———————————————-

Like a thief in the night,
He has promised to return for his own,
Pure rapture to be caught up with Him,
Never to be separated again.
Rapture for some, chaos for others
As the world is unexpectedly thrust into an event predicted long ago.

Much wailing is heard and gnashing of teeth
As mother is separated from daughter,
husband from wife.
Could it have been prevented?

Alas no, for what God has spoken will surely not return to him void

Then perhaps more could have been warned of the glorious arrival of the Lamb,

But alas, the Christians tried but more of them were concerned with being found worthy enough to be raptured
Than telling others of the woe that would befall those who missed the glorious respite from the world before the onset of doom.

Would one call them selfish?
Not at all for the basic message of truth, the salvation given us by Jesus Christ was preached a long time ago to all who would listen and believe

For righteousness and an easy passage to heaven were assured by accepting Him as Lord and Savior.

He who wins a soul is wise!

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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Infatuation!

They were drawn together by a remarkable twist of fate.
A friendship borne out of a mist, promising bliss
Cupid hovered around, his bow and arrow poised
Waiting to commence a lifelong relationship
But out of nowhere, a stumbling block arose.
What started out as a mere pebble became a rumbling mountain.
A force greater than them both shook our fragile foundation
And thrust them apart a million miles away.
What could have been a prelude to love became mere indifference And both were left to salvage whatever remained.
The bond had been broken Strangers again did they become
Both swore that the other had meant nothing.
Cupid sagged his shoulders in disappointment
At the loss of such a perfect match.
The sisters of fate bowed their heads in shame as though the situation was not inevitable.
Only one, our sister Hope,
Sees a glimmer of light at the end of this long dark tunnel
Into which they have been thrust.
………………………………………………….

Oh, how wondrous this feeling is
One minute, soaring through the clouds
Then another, free falling to the depths
Yet only a shadow of the real thing.
A fleeting image of things not yet come.
Its force as strong as a tumultuous storm
It holds its captives spell bound
As they wade through its insecure waters
Shadows of the deep eagerly wait to capture their prey
A mighty obsession it turns out to be
A quest for true love not yet within reach.
An infatuation no less
Engaging the most unsuspecting personage.
*2nd Runner Up, International Amateur Poetry Contest, 2002.
………………………………………………………………..

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in Poetry

 

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