My grandfather was a good story teller. He would ask me to sit down and express the story as it proceeded and even animate it to a great extent. I was a merely a child when he told be the story of the Tower of Babel. I only realised it when I was old enough to started going for Catechism classes in school.

With his deep voice, he modulated the narration and use the Lego blocks I was playing with to help me capture the story into my memory.

The story of the Tower of Babel (Genesis 11:1-9) in the Bible is as we know it, a story of the people desiring to build a tower so high that they could reach heaven, with a common belief that the heavens are in the sky. The people brought stone bricks and bitumen mortar and got to work.

My grandfather kept joining the Lego blocks and built a towerlike structure as he spoke. He said,”Then the people wanted wanted to buid the tower high and higher. Finally when they thought that they had almost reached, they fired and arrow to the sky.”

The people who worked to build the tower spoke and understood the same language. Then my grandfather continued, “Then God confused them by making them understand and speak different languages.”

The tower of babel remained incomplete and the people’s arrogance shattered.

The tower was incomplete, but the world got its many languages to spread across the earth and live everywhere, creating civilizations, cultures and stories thoughout history.