A great time for new beginnings – announcements, sales, and more.

Happy Easter lovies!

Hope you’re enjoying this seasons as much as I am. I know it’s been a while since I shared anything on here, so I’m really grateful to see you’ve stuck with me through the silence.

And what better way to break that silence than by bringing you some good news!

2022 Releases:

God Seeker – Coming June 14th

The God Seeker Collection by Xyvah Okoye is finally complete, and now the omnibus, God Seeker, will be availabe in ebook and print from all major digital and print retailers. Distribution of the individual books in the colection will remain exclusive to Amazon, with the ebooks available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited.

Tutu Bento and the Nuband – Coming October 3rd

I’m proud to announce that Chartus.X has acquired the rights to “Tutu Bento and the Nuband” by Selassie Agroh, and will be publishing this juvenile fiction story in October 2022. Selassie’s debut novel follows the 10yr old Tutu and his friends as they come together to form a band in the hopes of winning Nubia’s annual music competition and starring in the Festival of Sounds.

Fun-filled and fast-paced, this is a story you will not be able to put down.

Cover to be revealed.

Age of the anathema, #2 – Coming this winter

The sequel to Xyvah M. Okoye’s young adult fantasy novel, Tainted, is due to be released at the end of this year. With the title and cover reveal set for May 13th, more updates on the release will be communicated. You can also keep abrest with the goings on and more info on her books at http://www.xyvahmokoye.com or by signing up for her monthly newsletter.

If you haven’t yet read the first book in this gripping fantasy series, it is available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited.


Sales! Sales!! Sales!!!

From the 31st of April to the 5th of May, all the books in Xyvah’s Events to Emotions Poetry Series will be available to download for FREE on Amazon. This collection includes 2 poetry volumes: A darker shade of light and When hearts run on batteries.


Submissions

Currently, we are not accepting any manuscript submissions for publication. However, our editors and affiliates are still open for commission if you need services like proof reading, editing, book reviews, cover designs and character illustrations.

Based on the volume of work we currently have, we forecast that our submissions will reopen at the third quarter of the year towards 2024 publications.


Can Your Readers Relate With You?

The number one reason readers buy books is because they know the author.

This doesn’t always mean the reader is a friend of the author. Sometimes, the reader may have read other books by the author, heard them speak or interviewed on a podcast, radio or television. They might have visited the author’s blog or followed them on social media. A connection is made, and this drives readers to the author’s books. 

This is the reason for the “about the author” section in books. Readers want to know who the book came from. They want to know the author is an actual person, just like them. That automatically makes the author relatable. They’re human. And once a reader can connect to an author on that level, it becomes easy to persuade them to buy your book. 

Who the author is plays a big part in the success of their book. If a specialist gynecologist were to write a book on menopause, it’s more likely to be bought by people experiencing said ailment than if a baker who experienced menopause wrote the book. This is simply because the specialist is just that. A specialist! 

Who you are affects how people receive your book. 

Growing up, I never truly belonged anywhere because of my mixed heritage (and the discrimination I faced due to it). For many years, I struggled to fit in because I was too light to be black. Then I moved to the U.K. where I was too dark to be white. And this was part of what formed the basis for Age of The Anathema. I’m a mixed-race author writing about people being persecuted for being mixed race. And one comment I got back when Tainted came out, was by a mixed-race woman who said: “… finally, we have someone who will speak up for us.”  

She bought and read the book because the author was relatable. 

So, as an author, stop and ask yourself:

“Can my readers relate with me? Or am I just another author to them?” 

Sonnet

In the end, life is like a sonnet

Full of rythme and rhyme

Juxtapositions of silent sounds and screaming dumb men

Speaking mute words to deaf ears as blind men paint pictures of a future they see 

While illiterate scholars read prophecies of greatness and success to the poor as the rich laugh on in their depression 

Because, although money cannot buy happiness, it can buy the things that bring it. 

Life is like poetry, structured or free flowing, expressive or spiritual, it too comes to an end and is afterwards summarised for readers who can relate

Or for critics to pick out your mistakes.

Beautifully Broken

Rain drops dripping down the window, mirroring the tears running down her cheek

A race down gravity lane, with no winner and all none the wiser, as the pieces of her broken heart hit the ground in first place.

Tears like blood outline the smile spread sweetly across her pained face

As she begins to comprehend the beauty behind the brokenness, the bliss beyond the pain.

The loss hurt, but the love was worth it

And now, learning to let go and let God, she smiles with gratitude for the broken-hearted girl reflected in the window,

Because although the raindrops caress her oblivious reflection, she is aware of the truth…

she may have lost a lover, but she never lost love.

You Couldn’t See That.

The message that midnight was clear:

You were my only choice – and I was just an option.

But that didn’t stop me from loving you.

It didn’t stop the butterflies in my belly every time I see your face

Or the goosebumps on my skin whenever I hear your voice

The shivers I get at the thought of you touching me

It spreads over my skin,

My soft skin

As I feel your hands slide over it,

You kiss my neck and rest your cheek against mine

And I can’t help but wonder,

Can you see me?

Can you really see me?

I wanted you to see me beyond the mask

So I wiped off the makeup,

Beyond the clothes I let you take off

Beyond the skin I let you caress

Adrenalin swimming underneath it, to the tips of my fingers and toes curled up in tight fists gripping your shoulders as my thighs caress yours, all the way to the landing pads you chose to crash into as you pulled out your parachute, evasive manoeuvres having me screaming your name like …

And yet I still couldn’t help but wonder… Can you see me?

Can you really see me?

Beyond the skin I let you so easily invade

Giving you the privilege to be and do what others only dreamed of

Hoping that something within may open your eyes to see beyond my double D cups and rounded soft butt,

beyond the smile that I wear on the lips I needed so badly for you to kiss

Beyond the hair that you pulled on which would not come off,

And the eyes that couldn’t stop staring at you who saw right through me.

All the way to the parts I was scared anyone would see.

You saw the thoughts in my head play like movies when the words I said were muted by the fear of the truth….

Or the fear of the lie…

Or the fear of the fact that,

Although to you I was amazing in many ways,

I was still just an option – and you were still my only choice.

And although you could see me clearly,

You couldn’t see that.

Always Forever

When love is lost and hope ends


And the tragedy sends volts of pain from your heart to your brain, incapacitating you
That’s when you know your heart is broken.

When the million words can’t bind the million pieces you can’t seem to find as your cardia erupted, volcanic regret like lava leaking down your soul till time leaves only ashes cocooned by loss

So the sun smites you not by day nor the moon by night because you retreat to inhabit a steel house made of four plane walls that will not be blown down by empty promises and false declarations of “Forever Love”
Too scared to let in the light that once led you to the lover who tore your world apart when you still believed in having a heart, In love, In hope…

Trying to cope, hoping against all odds you’ll defeat the enemy battling for your soul, all the while wondering what profit it would be to give it all up and gain the world

After all, all that’s left is ashes

But from ashes to ashes, from dust to flames, like a Phoenix you rise again to laugh, to love, to cry,

And though you feel the ache inside, you hide the pain behind vodka and sex games, too ashamed you admit to yourself that you got played, so you master the game, enslaving yourself as the world becomes your playing ground and power becomes the aim

you became a slave to your senses

All in a bid to avoid the pain of a broken heart.

But back to the start
To the one with the broken heart and the burnt out soul.

To the one who almost lost their mind when the enemy stole the little hope in the heart that lit up the part of life that ever meant anything

To the one step forward, three steps back

Stepping on glass like stepping stones, wanting to feel pain

No! To feel!

Wanting to feel

alone knowing all along that it isn’t the “Forever Love” lost forever that causes the worst pain

It’s the now in the “always forever” that never came.

Forget me not

Time changes, things change, people change

As we all head off in our different directions,

I lay at your feet

My one, final, and only request…

Forget me not. 
Forget me not as you go along your way

As the places change and the strange faces become familiar. 

As the things we once did become history

And the life we once lived become a memory. 

Please forget me not. 
Forget me not as you go along your way

As the pressures of life begin to weigh heavy on your shoulders

And the things that brought you joy are far

And the time you have is well spent on surviving 

Please forget me not
Forget me not as you go along your way

And the distance shreds my heart, tearing us apart. 

Your face remains etched in my brain

As though the first thing I saw this morning

Please forget me not 
Forget me not as you go along your way 

And the healer called time cannot seem to mend my broken heart 

As you hold me in your arms all night 

Waking up to the bitter reality of your absence 

Please forget me not. 
Don’t forget the time we spent

The laughs we had

The love we shared. 

I know I can’t compare 

To what she is to you

But if what we had was ever true

Please forget me not… I beg of you.