Apostle Royd The Kingdom Writer

THE TRIUMPH OF NINE YEARS: A MONUMENT TO GOD’S FAITHFULNESS

My beloved brothers and sisters, I stand before you today with a heart that is overflowing, nearly a decade away from the chains that once defined my existence.
Nine years.

Nine years ago, I was the man who made that desperate vow in 202x. I was the man who felt the cold grip of addiction and the crushing weight of failure. But today, I stand as a living, breathing testament that the grace of God is not just a theory it is a transforming power.

NINE YEARS OF WALKING IN THE LIGHT

When I look back at that young man who thought he would die because he couldn't stop, I don't see a villain. I see a soul that was desperately trying to find peace in the wrong places.

I want you to understand the magnitude of this: 9 years of freedom didn't happen because I became "stronger" as a man. It happened because for 3,285 days, I chose to surrender. I chose to wake up and say, "Lord, I cannot walk this path without You."

THE MESSAGE FOR THOSE STILL STRUGGLING
If you are currently in "Day 1" or "Hour 5," nine years feels like an impossible mountain. But hear me: the same God who kept me for one week the week I celebrated when I first shared this testimony is the same God who has kept me for nine years.
The secret remains the same today as it was then:

The Word is my anchor: My Bible is no longer a book I read; it is the atmosphere I breathe.
Prayer is my lifeline: It is the conversation that keeps my soul aligned with Heaven.

Community is my shield: I never walked these nine years in isolation.

Vigilance is my duty: I still guard my heart daily, for the enemy never sleeps, but my God never slumbers.

A LIFETIME TO GO
Nine years is a beautiful milestone, but it is just the beginning of the "lifetime to go" that I promised all those years ago. I am no longer defined by the things I once did in the dark. I am defined by the Light that now lives within me.

Cheers to nine years of liberty! And to those of you still fighting: do not give up. If he did it for Apostle Royd, He will surely do it for you.

I am re-sharing that video in the comments today. Let it be the spark that starts your own years of freedom.

With a heart of gratitude and a spirit of victory,

~ Apostle Royd (Inspired 🕯️ ⚖️)

Nine Years Redeemed, Forever His

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💔 THE HIGH PRICE OF THE HUSTLE: MY STORY OF EGG SELLING

My name is Yapoka. I started selling my eggs in school during my second year. I was tired of depending on men and waiting for them to send me money, so I ventured into selling my eggs (and foolishly thought of s***m too, though I only sold my eggs).

I told myself I was "hustling" and rising above a financial crisis. When my roommates admired my lifestyle and pressed me, I introduced them to it. "Who no like better thing, kwanu?" Every month, we would march down to one of the hospitals in Lusaka to have our eggs scooped out. They joined me and became "ballers." I believed I was rising by lifting others, and I was proud that I was "teaching women how to rise."

👶 THE SHADOW OF THE PAST

I sold my eggs consistently from my first year until my final year at the university.

One evening, while at an exotic restaurant at East Park Mall with my roommates, I saw a woman carrying a baby. The shock was immediate: the child looked exactly like me.

“Babe, see that baby,” I whispered. My roommate gasped, "Oooh! My God, this baby resemble you no be small." I felt my stomach turn, but she quickly cut me off, laughing: "Forget that thing abeg. People dey resemble themselves for this life. Don’t think it too much."

I tried to brush it aside. I desperately wanted to believe her.

💍 THE DREAM AND THE REALITY CHECK

A few years after graduation, life seemed sweet. I married a wonderful medical doctor who had just established his own hospital in Salama Park. But the truth soon set in: we had been married for over four years, and we had no child.

I cried each night, whispering, “Lord, please, let it not be what I’m thinking. Don’t let it be my past haunting me.” I fasted and doubled my church activities, but my husband, the doctor, gently pressed for answers.

"Yapoka," he said one night, "We will keep praying, but let’s also run some tests. We need to know if there’s any problem."
I froze. My heart pounded. Deep down, I knew. What if selling my eggs for all those years had fatally gone wrong?

🩺 THE DOCTOR’S VERDICT

The day of the test results arrived. Sitting in his office, I will never forget his heavy, heartbroken gaze.

“Yapoka,” he started slowly, “I want nothing but the truth. Were you selling your eggs before?”
My lips trembled. I nodded.

He shot up, slamming the desk. “Eeehhh! So na so I take my hand go carry iron condemn?”

I whispered, “I’m not an iron condemn,” but he was consumed by pain.

“Why, Yapoka? Why? See how you’ve condemned your womb because of greed. You have developed Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome (OHSS), your ovaries are damaged, and you may never be able to carry a child."

I broke down. “I didn’t know… I thought I was just hustling…”
He shook his head bitterly. “You’re wicked, Yapoka. You knew all along, yet you dragged me into this. I drank bitter herbs, I took men booster drugs with you, and all along you knew!”
He picked up his keys. His final words cut like knives: “Yapoka, I’m done with this marriage.”

🛑 DON’T TRADE YOUR DESTINY FOR TEMPORARY PLEASURE

He divorced me and remarried within a year; today, he has a beautiful set of twins. Me? My womb is empty. Anytime I go out, I see children who look like me scattered everywhere, yet my body can no longer carry even one.
I am reaping the fruits of my greed.

If you want money, go and work for your money. You must not sell your eggs. You have hands, you have legs, you have strength channel them into hard work! Learn a skill, start small, and grow with patience.

That egg is not just a commodity. It is the seed of your tomorrow.
Do not sell what should bring you future joy just because you want to "slay" today.

🔔 A MORAL MESSAGE TO YOUNG LADIES AND GIRLS:

To every young woman contemplating trading her body for money:

Your future is worth more than any quick cash. The ovaries you are carelessly giving away are your God-given reservoir of motherhood. When you sell them, you are not just selling a cell; you are gambling with your destiny.

Greed offers instant gratification, but it comes with a crippling debt that cannot be paid back the debt of an empty womb. Protect your body, develop your talent, and build your wealth through legitimate, hard work and patience. Do not let the temporary desire to "ball" condemn your future to eternal regret.

Written by: Apostle Royd
Picture crédit by: Pavel Danilyuk

🥳 Happy Birthday, Woman of God, Apostle Karen!

​Apostle Karen U.A., Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday!

​Thank you for answering God's call and faithfully laboring in the vineyard of the Lord. We bless God for everything He is doing through your life and ministry.

​We declare that you shall be celebrated! Even the angels in Heaven are celebrating because you were born. You are such a great, true woman of God.

​The Prophetic & Apostolic Word for Your Life:
​May God continue adding more years and more days unto your life, and may you continue labouring faithfully in the vineyard of the Lord.
​Let's continue labouring together as a team!

​We declare over you the blessings of Deuteronomy 28:
​"You shall be blessed in the city, and you shall be blessed in the country. You shall be blessed when you come in, and you shall be blessed when you go out."

​Soldier on together with your husband, my friend and my brother, my best friend, Apostle Joseph U.A.

​😅 A Little Birthday Humour!

​To our wife, Apostle Karen, we wish you a happy birthday! It is a blessing to know a Woman of God who is married to two great men Apostle Joseph U.A. and Apostle Royd! (Just kidding, of course! 😉)

​Mama Apostle Karen U.A., may God bless you. We love you, and may God continue to pour out His favour upon you!