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WHEN WE ALL THINK ALIKE

And the whole earth was of one language and of one speech. And it came to pass as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar. And they dwelt there. And they said let's make brick and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone and slime for mortar. And they said, let us build us a city and a tower whose top May reach heaven, and let's make a name. Lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.(what they feared)
And the Lord said, Behold the people is one, they have one language. Go to, let us go down there and confound their language that they may not understand another's speech. So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of the earth.

This piece means no harm at all. It's the truth after all. It is no one's fault, neither is it a bad result. That some nations should be poorer than others. It's all crafted in the plans of the almighty potter. It's not an issue of environmental determinism that has kept some parts of the world under developed than others. Neither is it by coincidence that other parts are capable of nurturing good soldiers. It's a certain possibility that there is going to be a world union some day. And that we all will accept one means of doing one particular thing worldwide. I am not unequivocally precise that in the last days we reside. But that doesn't give prior authority to so called super powers to over laud their prowess.
We all must not /cannot be of one accord concerning policies that affect different people in different parts of the world. Variety is the spice of life and to accept diversity is to unspicy strife. Democracy allows all views acceptable hence it shouldn't be forceful. All things are useful but not all are helpful. In my sack are tonnes of plea against various means of persuasion  in favor of practices in some parts of the world to be emulated elsewhere. And when a poor country fails to legalize what the rich nations accept, then all aids and grants are withdrawn. It's a pity. Surely, we don't have to think likely.
Developed nations, super powers, trade relations, colonial masters, technology inclined partners, and donors: with English gradually becoming a world standard dialect, and many nations legalizing gay marriage and prostitution, then will mother earth have one language again. The journey began with UN, EU, AU, ECOWAS, and many more will come. Then will the agenda for a unified tower arise. The world would be thinking alike once again.
You may see this piece as prophesy, probability or a common blog post but If the world begin acting same; When we all think alike, indeed no one is thinking at all.

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