I said these words on March 22, 2017. People didn’t take them seriously. Perhaps it was because of their colour. Now Anglophones are being killed and rounded up in Yaounde and Douala. It is time for those in that land of exile – Babylon – to go back home.
Since the invention of the Internet in the mid-20th century, and the accompanying developments that this age has seen from that time, there has been a constant tendency for social commentators to acclaim this period as the globalised age or the era without boundaries. Marshal McLuhan claimed in the 1960s that the world was turning into a global village; a place where everyone was everyone’s neighbour in almost the right sense of the word (Gibson & Murray, 2012; Logan, 2011). Given recent tremendous shifts in technological development, the swiftness with which time evolves, the seeming evaporation of geographical spaces and the fusion of cultural and social practices almost on a universal scale, one can hardly argue against the claim that the world is truly a globalised village. At the height of this “merging” rhetoric is the new concept of a network society offering, even the most poignant prospects of a world united, in a way, through a mesh of social webs.