A cadence for accountability
Andrew Ssekamwa
Business Executive|Finance transformation | Driving Growth Across African Markets.
Growing up in the charming village of Nsamizi, Entebbe, was an exhilarating experience. Nestled on a hill in the former East African Community flats, our home offered breathtaking views of Lake Victoria. The tranquil scenery was occasionally interrupted by the rhythmic hum of planes like the Boeing 707, C-17 Globemaster III, Fokkers, and Cessnas gracefully landing at the majestic Entebbe International Airport—views that sparked envy among visitors from Kampala.
What stood out most, however, was the tightly-knit Entebbe community, where everyone seemed connected—whether through school, church, or our shared adventures around the neighborhood. Our backyard was a playground bordered by concrete slabs and black metallic poles, which marked the boundary of the then-iconic Entebbe Statehouse. To the left was a lush eucalyptus forest, which became our training ground for exploration and the study of diverse flora and fauna.
While elaborate toys like Legos, mountain bikes, and remote-controlled cars were privileges reserved for the kids of the more affluent engineers and pilots, our own childhood joy was found in spirited physical games. From hide and seek ("Tampo") and kick the can ("Kakebe") to hopscotch ("Sonko"), dodgeball ("Kwepena"), and finger pool ("Dduulu"), every game demanded strategy, quick thinking, and a competitive spirit. Those were truly memorable days that shaped us in ways beyond imagination.
A childhood friend recently shared a photo of the Christmas service at St. John’s Church, Entebbe—a sacred site known for its majestic arches and my earliest encounter with a pipe organ. The beautifully played organ accompanied the congregation as they sang timeless hymns like Crown Him, Rock of Ages, Amazing Grace, and How Great Thou Art. Only in adulthood have I come to truly appreciate the masterpieces of hymn writers like Mathew Bridges, Godfrey Thring, Carl Boberg, John Newton, and Augustus Montague.
The church was also a hub for community interaction, where local leaders often occupied the front pews. They would address the congregation, sharing plans and updates that underscored their connection to the community.
Back then, church services were an occasion to don what we called our “Sunday Best,” with Christmas being the ultimate opportunity to showcase special designer outfits bought specifically to honor the holiday season. TO BE CONTINUED...
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Versatile Corporate Commercial Lawyer I Banking & Finance, I Mergers & Acquisitions, and Commercial Arbitration I LLM Warwick I Chevening Scholar 23/24
2 个月Indeed!! You just took me back to Entebbe and the good old days…. small little community of life, accountability and the little joys of life. And of course, St Johns Church…. more than a community, it was family. This was nostalgic. Thanks Andrew!
Senior Procurement Officer at Uganda Airlines
2 个月Great Piece with Great Lessons
Quality Assurance - Application Consultant QMS Quality Processes
2 个月Nice piece Andrew! Good lessons to reflect on. Happy New Year!
Entrepreneur. Founder & CEO at CapitalSavvy
2 个月I enjoyed the read, Andrew. Great fond memories. As an entebbe kid, I can relate. Why do I think these experiences were unique to Entebbe? Haha
Internal Auditor | Aspiring CPA | BSEF|
2 个月More like it for childhood memories. Thanks for sharing, the lessons nurtured us for the world ahead.