Juma Escapes the Kidnappers

Juma, a 12-year-old boy, loved walking back home from school through the lively streets of his village. One day, on his way home, a mysterious van pulled up beside him. A group of men jumped out and grabbed him, pulling him into the van. Juma shouted for help, but his cries were drowned out by the roar of the van's engine. He was taken to an old, abandoned house on the outskirts of the village. Juma knew he had to find a way to escape.

Inside the old house, Juma was tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. The kidnappers discussed their plans in hushed voices. Juma's heart raced as he listened to them talking about a ransom. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. The room was cold and damp, and Juma's wrists hurt from the rough ropes. He had to stay calm and think of a way out.

Juma noticed a small, rusty nail on the floor near his chair. Slowly, he started to wiggle his chair closer to the nail. The kidnappers were busy arguing, not paying attention to him. Juma reached the nail and began to rub the ropes against it. His wrists ached, but he kept going. After what felt like hours, the ropes finally started to fray.

Just as Juma was about to break free, one of the kidnappers noticed him. The man walked over and tightened the ropes, making them even more painful. Juma's heart sank as he realized he was back to square one. The kidnappers laughed at his failed attempt and left the room. Juma felt a wave of despair wash over him. He needed a new plan.

Juma decided to try and talk to the kidnappers. When they came back, he said, - Why are you doing this? The leader replied, - We need money, and your family will pay. Juma knew reasoning with them wouldn't work. He had to find another way. He started to look around the room for anything that could help him escape.

Juma noticed an old, broken window high up on the wall. If he could just reach it, he might be able to escape. He waited for the right moment when the kidnappers left the room again. Juma used all his strength to tip the chair over and inch his way toward the window. It was a slow and painful process, but he was determined.

After what felt like forever, Juma finally reached the window. He used the edge of the broken glass to cut through the ropes. His hands were shaking, but he managed to free himself. Juma stood up, his legs wobbly from being tied up for so long. He took a deep breath and prepared to climb out. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.

Juma's heart pounded in his chest as the footsteps grew louder. He considered giving up, thinking it was impossible to escape. But then he remembered his family's faces and knew he couldn't give up. Juma quickly squeezed through the small window, scraping his arms and legs. He landed in the overgrown backyard and started running.

Just as Juma was about to lose hope, he heard a familiar voice. - Juma, over here! It was his best friend, Kofi. Kofi had been searching for him ever since he went missing. - We need to get out of here, Juma said. Kofi nodded, and together they ran through the forest, away from the kidnappers' hideout.

Juma and Kofi ran as fast as they could, their hearts pounding. They could hear the kidnappers shouting behind them. - We can't stop, Juma urged. Finally, they reached the village and found Juma's parents. Juma hugged his parents tightly, tears streaming down his face. He had made it home, safe and sound.