The Mystery of Mango Miracles Panyim, a lanky teenager with a mop of unruly black hair, practically threw himself into the chair at the kitchen table. Exhaustion hung heavy on his shoulders, his backpack slumped beside him like a defeated soldier. “Nyakoor,” he groaned, his voice thick with despair, “everyone’s talking about how James aced his exams again. He says it’s all thanks to his new ‘healthy habits.’ What are those, anyway?” Nyakoor, his girlfriend and fellow student, bustled around the kitchen, setting down two steaming mugs of hibiscus tea. Unlike James, who was known for his smug secrecy, Nyakor was an open book, her intelligence radiating from her warm smile. She paused, setting a mug in front of Panyim before taking a seat opposite him. “Healthy habits are like a secret code, Panyim,” she began, her voice a soothing…
