WHO BLEW THE WHISTLE?

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Looking back, my early adolescence was really epic! My friends and I were the epitome of naughty. From class, onto the compound and into the dormitory, we were surely at the top of our game.

Now it isn’t my intention to boast or even justify what we did but rather paint a picture of what we were. Am talking about the kind whose names would gain first mention upon the mere paranoia of the slightest possible occurrence of crime and to this I am certain Aganyira Munanura Arinaitwe&Wagalinda Charles can adeptly testify.

Everybody does have their fears and antipathies, well we weren’t any different. We hated so much prefects and any individual whose goal was to make us submit to what was right or even report any bad deed we had committed.

Similarly, organizations have these kinds of people and I am not referring to the bad people (For some organizations are pure) but rather the ones who always report! The ones that will always purvey the message to management, the ones who feel their contextual job requirement is to please the authorities with information that is preferably supposed to stay “need to know”. Such are called whistle blowers.

These blowers can either be internal or external. Externally, you could have noticed service providers like NWSC and UMEME  urging clients to call a particular number in case of poor services or even delivery trucks having a phone number on which one can call to signal  bad driving. On the contrary, scenarios like the OPM saga where Pius Bigirimana blew the whistle are clear examples of what it means to be an internal whistle blower. Furthermore, army General David Sejjusa's open declaration of the “Muhoozi” project is another clear illustration of internal whistle bowing.

Recollecting back to how it felt like to be snitched, my heart aches with itching scars that were left from wounds of betrayal every time the whistle was blown internally. What is ironic though is that the opposite did not feel any different;it’s no trouble tracing the stitches that were applied on my heart every time my heart burst because of an overflow of anger and anguish whenever it was done externally.

Undeniable is the fact that no matter how the whistle is blown, it never goes well with the victim. However, it is quite unrealistic to negate the benefits that emerge from this noble cause although those are sweaters that I have kept and will serve on a cold day.

Today we acknowledge that no one wants to be irritated by the loud screeching noise of the whistle no matter where it comes from.