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Calgary are you ready? CJSW 90.9FM university of Calgary WELCOME Theresa Ezeuko. Author, public speaker and show host “Inspirational Timeout With Theresa Ezeuko” of CHMR 93.5FM St. John’s Newfoundland as a guest on a live show with host Marta Ligocki on Wednesday April 18th 3:15pm to 4pm broadcasting live from the university of Calgary CJSW 90.9FM. We will be bringing you lots of Canadian tunes, stories, and much more.

“Inspirational Timeout With Theresa Ezeuko” Goes Live On CHMR 93.5FM

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.

Interview With Busyhandz On CHMR 93.5 FM Radio

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.


It didn’t matter how hard I tried, I always failed as though it was my first time on this cause. Trying really hard to grasp what exactly fate wants from me. The closer I get to it, the farther it runs from me.

Time is of the essence, I do not have much time on my side. Every passing day is a loss to my existence because it points at nothing. The direction has no map, the mind is clueless. I see my existence right before my eyes, every minute of it feels like a movie script. The routines are endless and daunting.

The tedium bores my mental being, sometimes I see imaginary lines passing through the poles of my inner most will and desire. The will and desire to know who I am, where I belong and what God wants me to be.

I can understand the will of self-discovery is eminent within me, my capabilities are endless. The passion is strong, the zeal is powerful but the mind is oblivious.  I search for clues, I penetrate to the deepest depth of my thoughts, I ask questions to the celestial sphere to what my existence means to humanity.

My mind is distant in thoughts, the thoughts are so real that I begin to cry because I am scared of my own self. I am scared of what my mind tells me that I can accomplish. I see myself where I never imagined I would and can be. Waoh! My purpose is huge, uneasy the head that wears the crown for I have been destined for greatness way beyond my imagination.

The mind is no longer clueless, I know who I am now. I have the words but I can’t speak as I feel the urge to do greater things that words cannot elucidate, because no matter how hard I have tried in the past and failed, it’s all forgotten. What I remember clearly right now is what God wants me to do and to become and all that matters to me now is how best I make use of the time I have left.

Dedicated to all those who are in search of self-discovery! What matters is not the time you have wasted what matters now is what you can do with the time you have left!

Have a great week!

Uchechi Theresa Ezeuko
Author,Storytales for little minds; Jasmine the lady bird; Kachi the handyman; Betty’s desire
Creative Consultant &writer at



Barking and yelling filled the arena, people were running sporadically. The stench smell of sweat filled the path. I was startled and confused, I wasn’t sure which direction to run, no one had a clear view of where the danger was coming from. I could discern that from the way people were running aimlessly on the busy street of boggy valley.

“Think! “I yelled to myself” I knew from the way things were looking we were either going the right direction to safety or running right into the menace. I jogged faster than normal to a corner beside the tea shop, I saw a lady startled in fear with her head tucked in nicely in between her knees as though she was scared of looking up.

I quietly and slowly threw a stone beside her to get her attention, she looked up and jumped as though I was the threat at hand. “Why are you hiding? Why are we all running?” “I asked why still scanning the corner for possible danger signals. “She shrugged her back against the wall and stared at me in awe as though I was crazy.

“They are here, the lady replied”. “Who are they? And why are they here?” I asked with a perplexed sentiment and a feeling of resentment. “ I don’t know, the lady replied”. I was coming out of the tea shop when I saw everyone running so I joined too, a man screamed “ they are coming” as he ran.

The lady answered nonchalantly. She chuckled as she began to ease off the fear that engulfed her.

Do you know if anyone tried to stop the man to ask him what he meant by “they are coming”. I asked her as she sat with her knees clutched together. “No one stopped to ask, everyone just ran” she replied as she stared hard at me as though I was a cop asking too many questions.

In life, we need to ask questions to be properly clarified and understand how things work and should be. We run straight into the danger because we have not stopped to think of a solution or to know where the imminent danger is and possibly avoid or run the opposite direction. Therefore making our minds easy to fool.

We don’t do things because everyone is doing it, that doesn’t make it right. We need to define a purpose for ourselves.