STORIES THAT PLAY.

 The cesarean section and How it all began.  We owe the cesarean section... to pure desperation! The year was 1500, and the wife of a man named Jacob Nufer, who worked as a pig castrator, was having a very hard time giving birth. She had been in labor for days. Thirteen midwives came to help, but none of them could deliver the baby. Jacob, who was used to helping animals give birth, decided to try to save his wife. He had learned a lot from his job and had done similar surgeries on animals like pigs, cows, horses, dogs, and sheep. Back then, pig castrators would sometimes do C-sections on animals if they thought the mother might die, just to save the baby. Midwives also knew about the method, but in the early 1500s, C-sections were only allowed if the mother had already died. What we now do—saving the mother, even if the baby might not survive—was not allowed at that time. Jacob was out of options and desperate. He got special permission from the authorities to do the s...

  How i survived the plain crash - Fourteen years ago, my life changed forever "How God Saved Me — A Story I Still Can’t Explain" Fourteen years ago, my life changed forever. I boarded a flight from Lagos to Sokoto — a Boeing 737 operated by ADC Airlines. It was meant to be a simple trip, with a short stop at the Nnamdi Azikiwe Airport in Abuja. I remember the hum of the engines, the chatter of passengers, and the calm confidence that comes with routine travel. Nothing seemed out of place. Then, moments after takeoff from Abuja, everything changed. Without warning, the plane began to shake. The engines roared louder — not the usual hum, but something deeper, harsher. Panic rippled through the cabin. In a matter of seconds, the aircraft started to lose altitude. I could feel it — the sudden drop, the rush of air, the screams, the confusion. And then… impact. A violent crash. Fire. Chaos. The next few moments were a blur — smoke, heat, cries for help, and the overwhelmin...

 The late Muhammad Ali, the boxing legend, gave this powerful answer in an interview when he was pressured to go fight in Vietnam, or face prison, which is what happened: "I'm not going to run away. I'm not going to burn any flags. I'm not going to Canada. I'm staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I’m not going to travel 10,000 miles to kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, fighting you if I need to. You’re my enemy, not the Chinese, not the Vietcong, not the Japanese. You’re my opponent when I want freedom. You’re my opponent when I want justice. You’re my opponent when I want equality. You want me to fight for you? But you won’t even defend my rights or my religious beliefs right here in America. You won’t even stand up for me at home."

 A female class teacher was having a little problem with a boy in her Grade 3 class. One morning, the boy stood up and said, “Madam, I should be in Grade 4. I’m smarter than my sister, and she’s in Grade 4 already.” The teacher blinked and replied, “Oh really?” Then she took him straight to the principal’s office. The principal listened carefully and said, “Alright, let’s test him with some Grade 4 questions.” Principal: What is 3 + 3? Boy: 6. Principal: 6 + 6? Boy: 12. He answered every single question correctly. The principal smiled. “Well, looks like this young man is ready for Grade 4!” But the teacher wasn’t fully convinced. She smiled mischievously and said, “Sir, may I ask him a few questions too?” The principal nodded. Teacher: “Alright, young man… What does a cow have four of… that I only have two?” (Everyone holds their breath…) Boy: “Legs.” (The principal chuckles softly.) Teacher: “Hmm… Okay. What do you have in your school bag… that I don’t have?” (Pause…) Boy: ...