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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 an
d 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.