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Ongoing, First published Jun 26
🌿 Melody and the Talking Calabash

A heartwarming Kenyan tale of honesty, curiosity, and a little bit of magic.

When little Melody is sent on an errand to her grandmother, she receives one simple instruction: "Don't open the calabash."
But curiosity stirs under the mango tree... and a whispering voice tempts her to take just one little peek.

What happens next teaches Melody a powerful lesson - and reveals the kind of magic that only honesty can unlock.

🧺 Set in a peaceful Kenyan village with cultural charm and a wise old talking calabash, this delightful story will leave young readers smiling and grown-ups touched. Perfect for bedtime, read-alouds, or classroom character lessons.

✨ From the author of "Our Bedtime Magic" comes another unforgettable African folktale with a modern twist.
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