Browsing by Author "Kateemu, Angela"

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    Before we fall in love, please clarify.
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-05-15) Kateemu, Angela
    Every Kampala brunch table is essentially a crime scene investigation. One babe is swirling a Margarita, whispering, "Apparently, the wife knew about me the whole time". Another is claiming she is 'fully healed" while stalking her ex's new girl's
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    Everything is about sex … I can explain
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-03-20) Kateemu, Angela
    They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop. Mine is no longer a workshop situation, I am the devil, because tell me why I am stuck on Mukwano road, in rain that looks like it has personal issues, in a jam so biblical it feels like one of the plagues, my car floating over what used to be a road but is now a pop-up river...and the only thought occupying my mind is: Everything we do is for sex.
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    For sale: One good woman's time wasted on potential
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-02-27) Kateemu, Angela
    Dear Diary, Today we are discussing fixer-upper men. You know the type. Like old houses listed suspiciously cheap: “full of character,” “needs a little TLC, great bones.” Translation? Structural issues that would make a seasoned contractor weep softly into his blue- print.
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    Kampala Economy: We are all one brunch away from financial collapse
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-05-29) Kateemu, Angela
    I no longer believe anyone in Kampala is actually broke, I think we are all just participating in a city wide financial improv exercise.
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    Kyanja effect: Privacy, desire and who is really watching.
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-05-08) Kateemu, Angela
    Let us start with what we refuse to say out loud; a Kyanja Airbnb booking is not just a booking. It is a statement of intent. The good WiFi. The tasteful linen. The kitchen you will never use because you did not go there to cook. Nobody drives to Kyanja for the fresh air. You go to Kyanja because you need a room in a building where nobody knows you, in a suburb far from your real life.
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    Our mothers prepared us for husbands. We became them.
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-03-06) Kateemu, Angela
    Here is a Women's Day confession that will get my feminist card briefly confiscated. Some times, just sometimes, I would like someone else to drive. Not because I cannot drive. Please, I bought the car! But every now and then it would be nice to sit in the passenger seat of life, put your well-manicured feet on the dashboard, and not have to explain why that does not make me a traitor to the revolution.
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    Praise God for the pantry: a Sandra Baingana diary entry.
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-04-03) Kateemu, Angela
    I have been born again three times this week watching this woman restock her pantry 17 times. I am not learning anything. I am grieving. Her name is Pr. Sandra Baingana. The Ugandan woman who, by the grace of God and what appears to be exceptional financial planning, built herself a mansion that contains, among other things: a pantry the size of my sitting room and bedroom combined, an in-house elevator, and a spa.
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    Roses were loud. The silence is louder. Cupid went to therapy
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-02-20) Kateemu, Angela
    Dear Diary, Valentine’s Day packed up its roses, the restaurant reservations have expired, and timelines are now littered with soft-launch leftovers and suspicious silence. Cupid? Cupid checked himself into therapy this week. Not because he ran out of arrows, but because he is tired of being blamed for situationships that started with “let us just see where this goes" According to his therapist, modern love is not broken, it is just deeply committed to confusion.
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    The bar was on the floor and he still tripped over it.
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-03-13) Kateemu, Angela
    We need to talk about a specific kind of pain. Not the pain of losing someone extraordinary. Not the slow, cinematic devastation of a situationship that has potential.
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    What are these men bringing to the altar?
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-04-10) Kateemu, Angela
    Everyone wants to know what women bring to the table. It is practically a national sport.
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    What do women want? Sir, I want your money...
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-04-24) Kateemu, Angela
    In another episode of dumb questions men ask. It is right up there with "what do you bring to the table?" Men have gathered yet again, with podcast mics on their lapels to ask: what do women want?
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    Where is the patron saint of the nyash-less?
    (Daily Monitor, 2026-03-27) Kateemu, Angela
    I need someone to explain to me, with the power of 40 PowerPoint slides and a flow chart, why a 52-year-old woman is getting a BBL. No, wait. I need someone to explain to me why I am being held responsible for not having an endowed behind.