Ethics. Nice word. Sounds cool and makes one come off as learned. Often, though, it is thrown out the window when it is most needed.
Journos have been caught with their hand in the till lately. And the appropriate sounds have come from all the different directions. How can professional journalists ask for Shs150m from the President; how can these insufferable creeps scramble for money at the NRM elections, how are we expected to believe anything they tell us about him and his government after this betrayal of ethics?
And the debate has been flying all over facebook, at times even getting people’s fingers burnt (or egg on their faces after they have thrown a curve-ball about the morality of someone).
Then the debate gets even trickier when it comes to everyday scenarios.
What would you do if:-
You have a very ill friend back at home and you are madly looking for relief from the fever. You go over to the pharmacy and are thankful for all these meds staring at you. Then on scanning the wording on the pack, before you hand over the money, you realize these are Government of Uganda meds. They are supposed to be in a hospital to be given out free. By paying, you are abetting a crime.
Your dad has been chasing his land title for donkey’s years. Tired of the story, eager to see it go away, you go up to the land office and make your own inquiries. Pregnant woman at the counter saunters over to you and takes your lease offer form to go check. She comes back and says, “I can’t see it. I will check in the afternoon or in the morning when there are few people to serve.” Then she drops the punch line; “But you’ll have to leave me with something because, as you see, there are so many files to go through.”