A Legacy of Words and Laughter
In the world of journalism, there are those who stand out not just for their words but for the way they carry themselves. Allan Ssekamatte Simonsen was one such individual. Known for his sharp wit and gentle demeanor, he had a unique ability to command attention without raising his voice. His laughter, though rare, could freeze an entire newsroom in its tracks.
The last WhatsApp conversation I had with him was a glimpse into his personality. It began with a simple inquiry about a Suzuki Grand Vitara, which led to a series of messages discussing prices, models, and even license plate numbers. Despite the casual tone, it was clear that he was still the same person—curious, engaged, and always looking for something new. Unfortunately, our conversation ended on September 15, 2024, and we never spoke again.
The Rise of a Sports Journalist
For many of us who grew up in Uganda, Allan Ssekamatte was more than just a journalist—he was a legend. Alongside names like Mark Ssali, Joseph Kabuleta, and Aldrine Nsubuga, he dominated the sports scene through radio, television, and print. He was known for his soft-spoken nature but firm approach, using his mastery of the English language to deliver compelling arguments without ever raising his voice.
On the Sport-On Sports show, Kabuleta was the firebrand, often taking on sports administrators with a fiery tongue, while Ssali played the role of the more reserved host. Ssekamatte, however, stood apart. He brought a calm yet assertive energy to the table, making his insights all the more impactful.
First Meeting: A Dream Come True
Working with someone you once idolized is an experience that can be both exhilarating and daunting. In January 2010, I found myself in exactly that situation when I joined The Razor, a new newspaper that quickly made waves in Kampala. It was a time of change, and the paper was filled with talented individuals from various media houses.
I remember my first meeting with Ssekamatte vividly. He walked into the editorial meeting with a lazy gait and a familiar accent, immediately drawing attention. As the new sports editor, he had read many of my stories and offered encouragement. “You write with a lot of authority,” he told me. “I want you to write as many feature stories as possible.”
From that moment on, I was inspired. I focused on football and boxing, two areas where I had deep personal connections. My work at Proline Soccer Academy gave me insight into semi-professional football, while my neighbor, national boxing captain Ronald Serugo, helped me understand the sport from the inside.
A Mentor and Friend
Ssekamatte and I developed a close working relationship. He became a mentor, guiding me through the intricacies of sports journalism. He would often sit next to me, offering advice and support. His laughter, though infrequent, was unforgettable. One day, during a relaxed afternoon, he laughed so hard that he wet his eyes. Robert “Spin” Mukasa, a colleague, asked what had caused such a reaction, but I couldn’t recall what had been said.
Despite the joy, the journey wasn’t without challenges. The Razor struggled financially and eventually closed after only six months. During that time, salaries were inconsistent, and some employees were paid in secret. I remember staying late one night, waiting for payment, and Ssekamatte, without hesitation, gave me part of his own earnings. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his character.
The Fall and the Silence
After the closure of The Razor, life took us in different directions. Ssekamatte faced personal struggles that few knew about. He posted about his experiences with domestic abuse on social media, but these posts were often met with silence. It was a painful reminder of how society sometimes fails to support those in need.
We lost touch for years, and I regret not reaching out more. He was a man of few words, and I was too hesitant to push beyond professional boundaries. I wonder if I could have been part of his small circle of friends. Perhaps I should have tried harder.
A Final Farewell
Today, as his remains are laid to rest in Butambala, I reflect on the man who believed in me and shaped my career. He saw potential in me when others didn’t, and for that, I will always be grateful. Though I may not have returned his affection in the way he deserved, I honor his memory with this tribute.
Rest in peace, Allan Ssekamatte Simonsen. Your legacy lives on in every story you helped shape.
