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LACK OF PROFESSIONALISM

By Susan Mwape

Having worked in the Civil Society, I have been accustomed to people understanding issues perfectly especially in the place of work, when people are assigned to work in a certain area in an organization, they expected to me able to execute their duties and are trusted so much so that even the decisions they make are trusted and respected.

I have come to learn that in most Government bodies it’s the other way round there seems to be a big problem with most civil servants to share information freely they are always scared to release even what can be termed public information.

I went to get some information on a regional project from an institution that should be responsible for handling such a project, I was very surprised to talk to the person “in-charge” of this project, he told me that he had a copy of the report but didn’t want to give me a copy or tell me the content because he first had to consult the CEO. What this person didn’t know is that the report he didn’t want to give me was already on the internet and therefore there was nothing so confidential about it.

This wasn’t the only experience I had in seeking information its seems each time I try to get information through Government bodies they always have to consult a higher power or else they have to keep telling you to come back every time you go. I find it rather shameful that people be placed in positions as puppets and not placed there to work, there is a need to chang all this for the better.

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