A rise to fame! The view from the rock in celebration of the international women’s Day. Four bad ass ladies crushing the bad ass topic. Tune in live on March 8th at 10am on chmr 93.5fm or online at chmr.ca. We are diverse! We are strong! We work in radio broadcasting! We live for radio broadcasting!
We are women, we are strong, we are diverse. Working with great minds. We love radio broadcasting! We live for radio broadcasting! We touch lives through radio broadcasting!
Sometimes a blessing; sometimes a curse
The paradigm of life
Lays waste in its existence
Mortals change destines; destines rebirths fate
Fate beckons on success or tragedy
Oh mortal! Killer of instinct!
Where is thy purpose
An innate of undesirable patterns
Destiny can be delayed; not denied
The instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning
The intuitive mindset; embarks on a journey
In search of the soul
To heal the soul and bring it home
Home to the body; home to the mind
In need of dire salvation; to heal and to conquer; to hold and to belong
Mortal’s life expectation set to doom
But mortal’s life destiny rewrites it all
For we are all set for greatness! Greatness of a kind
The mind of an author is immeasurable!
Kim was beginning to feel those uphill moments creeping back into her life. Those moments when her smiles do nothing but hide the pain and loneliness she was wearing inside.
The moments when that glaring look on her face described only the beauty of the outward appearance but hides the anguish of the inner torturous moments that was ripping her apart psychologically, mentally, and emotionally.
The thought of suicide comes to mind, like a motionless corpse she stared and questioned while she was still alive. She imagined as the feeling of abandonment consumed her already overwhelmed thought process. It was as though everywhere she went, others went in the other direction.
However, the horrific pain suicide will leave behind dinged a slap on her face. The reality of what she was feeling stared right in front of her like a nervous groom waiting for his bride to show up. The feeling of a bowling ball slamming right through the stomach comes to play as she leaped out of bed, pulling herself together with a weak smile that felt rather forced.
Uncertainty being the master of the day for Kim, she knew it was time to seek the help that she needed to be okay. The body was willing but the mind was weak. There was not much time left to hide behind those awakening smiles that sets a false hope and impression.
Kim knew the interval was now to be set free from the pangs of depression, loneliness, and anger. There is a friend within a friend ready to reach out, to love and to care for her which is finding her own self first by realizing and understanding her worth and holding on to the most precious gift ever which is life.
We are all beautiful inwardly and outwardly. Specially made and unique in our own special and extra ordinary ways. A lot of us are lonely and too scared to reach out for fear of rejection. A genuine smile alone is enough to calm a lonely heart and a little chat opens a whole new world for a heart desperately in need of a listening ear.
Kim plopped a few berries in her mouth with some milk, the thought of a new start lightened her day as she sets out on a path to healing and rediscovering who she is.
: Dedicated to all contemplating suicide! There is hope to living and light waiting to shine on a whole new you!
Character is fictitious!
CHMR 93.5fm welcome Dr Jennifer Selby to the show “Inspirational Timeout with Theresa Ezeuko” on the title ” Gratitude: An undiluted route to success”.
Jennifer is an associate professor with the Department of religious studies memorial university of Newfoundland, and affiliate professor of Gender Studies with MUN as well. She is also the project director for “pathway to success”.
A grateful heart is a cheerful heart. If we have the willingness to be thankful and grateful about the things we have, about who we are, about the struggles, challenges and the success story that got us where we are now. Then we will appreciate ourselves, be satisfied and happy. Be inspired!
Show air date: June 17th 2018
Time : Sundays 6pm on chmr 93.5fm or go online at chmr.ca
Imagine what we can do unruffled when we come together in love and trust. Getting together builds friendship and eliminates loneliness and depression through youth groups, focus groups, community participation, volunteering. There are lots of things that can be well accomplished as a team. Togetherness also revives the mind, uplifts the spirit and improves our social lives through act of communication, team building and love. Remember we all need each other. Be Inspired!
CHMR 93.5FM MUN Welcomes special guest Heather Gushue on the show Inspirational timeout with the fabulous host Theresa Ezeuko on the topic “Getting together” Heather Gushue is a pre course instructor at the memorial university of newfoundland. She also works as a grant writer and marketing manager for Lester farm chalet. She volunteers as the youth group coordinator for St. Peters and Mary queen of the world parishes and enjoys ministerial work.
Show air date: June 10th @6pm on 93.5fm OR tune in online at chmr.ca
After a lot of writing, editing, pre live show test, recording and all the fun stuff! “Inspirational Timeout with Theresa Ezeuko” will go on air starting April 8th 2018 . Every Sundays 6pm to 7pm on CHMR 93.5FM ST. John’s with your favorite radio show host Theresa Ezeuko!
Writing and developing the content was definitely a lot of work but am happy the ball is rolling now. With all that work done, its time to be inspired and empowered.
Newfoundland are you ready? It is intriguing! Inspiring! motivating! and empowering.
On Friday Febuary 9th 2018, Uchechi Theresa Ezeuko appeared on a live show with Caribbean connections at CHMR 93.5 FM as a special guest in celebration of the black history month at the memorial university of Newfoundland and Labrador CHMR 93.5 FM.
Special thanks to CHMR 93.5 FM for having me in your studio as a special guest and thank you Caribbean connections for featuring me in your show. It was an awesome experience!
“Set the pace and I will follow”. Brian barked like a rabid dog, he slowly moved towards the east entrance of the room leading to the closet as he adjusted his cap that was already shifted to the side as a result of his uncontrollable anger.
While thinking of how I made it this far with Brian, I searched my heart for the right words to justify the reason why I was still with him.
The pace was none existing! The pace was in formidable. I have tried everything to make the relationship work from being submissive to being submitted to his fatal roars, barks, and slaps.
“Get the help you need”! I let the words loose from my trembling lips as I kept my distance safe enough from his triggering slaps. The needful needs to be done and fast, I knew it was time Brian sought the help he needed.
“Only weak men hit women” I threw out those words to him while I waited for those words to demoralize his male ego. I had nothing to lose now. I had my self-worth regained as soon as those words was set to depart from my mouth.
The words hit Brian like a rocket launch, I could see him shudder away in the darkness of the room. I dragged myself up and pushed towards the door.
At this time, I anticipated roars and slaps having a runway show on my face, but rather Brian stared at me with fist gritted and pointing downwards, mouth opened, tears streaming down his sweaty face.
He moaned as though he just received a death sentence from the jury. He clenched his wrists together, swung them to the ground and buried his face in between his elbows.
At that moment I knew I had won the battle. Brian was finally helpless and at my mercy to assist him with the help he needed.
“I am sorry sweetheart, help me! I need you”. At that moment of total submission, I knew that there was indeed light at the end of my tunnel.
Sometimes, it is difficult for us to accept that our bad habits/behavior/personality will someday meet up with us in a crossroad.
We need to think of the right way to go through that intersection and with complete guidance and total acknowledgement of our weaknesses we can strive to draw strength from our weakness and live a better life with the people that matters so much to us.
(All characters are fictional)
Peter walked by through the hallway of St. Hives memorial hospital, clutching his right ribs from the effect of the gunshot wounds. Being at the hospital after an unsuccessful bank robbery wasn’t a good idea knowing the cops would be on him anytime.
However, for the fear of death Peter decided to take the plunge of fate. The hospital entrance was filled with ambulances dropping off patients, that no one noticed the blood on Peter’s shirt.
Peter sauntered past the receptionist trying to avoid her eyes, he knew that Rebecca worked at the general hospital and would help stitch him up without involving the police. The hospital was an enormous building of about one hundred rooms with clean white painted walls. Every hallway had a clear visible sign of the hospital directory as one could easily get lost. All fire exit had patrol officers monitoring to ensure that the facility was a safe place to be in.
The bank robbery at the community bank was a deal gone bad that left Peter’s three accomplices dead on the scene due to a cross fire between the robbers and the bank security. He was the only survivor because he was the driver of the vehicle. He sped off the crime scene when the gunshots resonances filled the air but not without a hit to his right rib.
The hospital was barely 10km from the crime scene. Peter knew that if he didn’t seek medical attention sooner or later he would definitely be dead. He had lost so much blood that he was beginning to feel cold tremors. His sense of reasoning and reaction decreasing by second he knew death was near. The blackout seemed nearer than he expected. He could feel the pain knocking his brain back and forth in form of a gruesome headache.
Peter pulled his back against the wall on the third floor of the intensive care unit. His feet could no longer carry him, he gave out a loud cry as the darkness covered his eyes. His breadth in desperate need of oxygen, he could see nothing but hear voices howling from a distance. In his unconscious state of mind, he heard lips chattering and hands pressing down on his right ribs.
The intense sound of the beeping machine occupied the room with the doctors uttering to one another “123 clear”, Peter’s heart beat jumped in dire desperation for life. His body tossed on a metallic white sheet hospital bed. The pressure of the oxygen mask pressing down on his nose.
He faintly heard the doctors saying “Internal bleeding”. In the midst of his blackout and enormous pain, he let the darkness consume him. He clenched his fingers as he felt the stiffness of his body, he finally gave up the fight and breathed his last.
It doesn’t have to be this way. May the season of Christmas remind us that it’s not all about acquiring or gaining for our personal selfish needs or forcefully taking from others.
It’s all about giving and sharing the little we have and in love even little becomes so much that nothing of vanity will matter. On behalf of myself and my family we say merry Christmas and a prosperous new year.