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Me osso me, copy me!Just today, one of my friends, an editor at one of the biggest dailies in the country, no, not the one that

sells truth every day. The other one. Well, he found out that someone was plagiarizing his Plan B articles

on an internet blog. His and those of That Writer Chick, Mildred. And then Stray found out that she, too,

then ULK and so on, and so forth(name-dropping is my weakness). Anyways, he made a big fuss about it.

He walalad all over facebook until all these other scribes came to listen.And find that theyd been

pirated as well. But wait, this is worse than piracy, coz the worst a pirate can do is just show your movie/

play your song, but I dare any pirate out there to re-enact Who Killed Captain Alex, or sing with

Butchamans voice

Then came the unsympathetic idiots who think its okay for someone to steal your mental property.

Hes just a big fun, one said. First of all, Uganda, the word is Fan. Secondly, my biggest fan wouldnt

steal from me to pass stuff off as his own. One madam was saying to consider it as flattery. Mbu.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Theft, on the other hand, is not flattering. Its one thing for

me to put on lipstick, Coppergal, and fake boobs, and sing Wankyekekyain a local club, and its another

to do the same routine in Alaska, and claim that the whole bleached face, funky costume, nasal voice

thing was my idea, and not that of Madam Saida K.

So, I can understand why these guys were livid. I write articles once in a long while, and no, its not

because Im trying to keep myself rare so that its fresh each time you see me. Coz no one has ever

admitted to seeing my writing in Plan B. Anyways, I digress; do you know how tiresome it is, to have a

deadline for an article, not have the foggiest idea what to write about? And it has to be funny? You start

looking around for inspiration; the conductor on the way to work, the cook, weird workmates, a

Kinigeria, on Bukedde, translated, at the local barber shopbut waa, it doesnt come. Even, while on

facebook, you look around at all the Copy-n-pasted status updates, and poor grammar, and nothing

strikes a chord. So you dig deep, and crack some stale jokes, and life goes on. But you DO NOT steal

other peoples articles and then submit them to your editor.

Coz the creative part of you dies; your whole thought process is now taken up by Whose inspiration can

I mooch off of today, so that I sound brilliant, creative, artistic, and whatnot? Its not a very inspired

existence. Personally, inspiration of recent has been like a very old photograph; faint. Thats why my

articles are like Kampala Hawkers when they spot a KCCA truck; scattered.

Then, the fateful; the oh so fateful thought hit me; I have not been copied! Really? Mehn, youre

killing a brother here. I know Im rare, but when I bring it, I bring it (Btw, do I, fellow PBWs?(Where PBW

stands for Plan B writer)). But you mean that I am not even worth a lousy copy and paste on your blog?

Thats cold mehn. You cant even reconize talent when you see it. Coz game reconize game! You aint

got none?

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But I sweya, copy and paste this article in your lousy blog. Feel free to mangle it for one of the articles

you submit to unwitting editors, mister. Coz sikulimba, I have talent!