J-Stars Remember Prof. Enoh Tanjong

The Pope of JMC

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Editor-In- Chief Tarhyang Enowbikah Tabe Editor Lilian Ndangam Fokwang Desk Editor Ajumane Francis

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Contents

In His Own Words 1

Radio Interview By Larry Effande, Henry Muluh Speaks about his Mentor 7 Interviewed By TarhyangEnowikahTabe

Tributes and Memories of Enoh 11 Compiled by Lilian Ndangam Fokwang

Enoh in Quips and Quotes 38 Compiled by Lilian Ndangam Fokwang

Testimonials, Tributes and Salutations 60

Foreword

Unwilling to crowd the official funeral booklet in honour of Prof. Enoh Tanjong, the JMC Alumni, colleagues and friends prepared and funded this collection of memories to honour the ―Pope‖ of JMC. This collection includes an interview with Prof. Tanjong, an interview with Prof. Henry Muluh as well as tributes and memories in honour of the ―Pope‖ and warrior from Fotabe. We were truly impacted by Prof. Tanjong and it is our hope that this production helps to keep his memory alive. In addition, we hope people who never knew him will understand why we are so endeared to him. Enjoy the read!

In His Own Words

Excerpts From Radio Interview by Larry Effande, Transcribed by Tarhyang Enowbikah Tabe &Raisa Foletia

The Genesis of JMC

I was in Yaoundé when I got a letter from Professor Njeuma, Professor Eyoh, and Professor Job Nchumbou saying I should design the journalism program. I did the preliminary work. I went and met my friend, George Ngwa. I gave the document to him. He looked at it, added and subtracted, and then we sent it to the University of Buea. That‘s the genesis, the beginning of JMC. As I was a man of travelling, I had a consultancy. I was in Madagascar working when one day, I got an email or text message through my father, Pa Tanjong. The university could not locate me in Cameroon, so they gave it to him, and he sent it to me.

Then, around October, I got another letter inviting me to come and start. I returned to Cameroon, went to Yaoundé, and called George Ngwa and said, "Let's go. I can't go to Buea alone. I must go with you." We went down, and we came and started JMC from scratch with my books and George Ngwa‘s book. When we came from America, I bought 21 cartons of books. Twenty were my books and one carton of presidential speeches. I had prepared myself. It is God who prepared me. Presidential debates from 1960 to when I left America were in those big things that used to have technology. We came and started. George‘s library and my own. We gave it our best shots. We gave JMC the best we had. Ask my early students who I was: a warrior, a Fotabe warrior.

Survival Secret

When you are a man, how do you survive? You cannot survive by having a continental breakfast. You take eggs and sardines? No! The thing goes down in about an hour. I told them to have a tropical breakfast. What is a tropical breakfast? Eru and Garri! That Eru and Garri won't digest until the evening. You take your food, you come to school,

and you are closing at about 5 or 6. Uh, uh, you are moving around. You go to the library. That is how I made people survive JMC. Survive it and fight your war. If you are a JMC student and you cannot fight your war, who will fight it for you? You want something? You go get it! That‘s what I say to my students. And if you see my students, nobody can challenge you. You want something, you go get it. That‘s an American slogan. And you survive the world. Not only Buea! You survive the environment, you survive Cameroon, and you survive the world. I have students in Dakar, in London, in Germany, in Finland, Switzerland, America, and South Africa. I am telling you! The boys are working hard and surviving. Some of them did not listen until they went there and saw. And experience has said this man gave his best.

Study Fun

The same day they shot that Pakistani girl, Malala. I came to class early in the morning, ―What is Malala?‖ They did not know. It‘s a kind of food you eat when you are going to school. Until they went

and referred and checked who Malala was, and then they came back and said, ―Thank you, Enoh.‖

Feelings About Students

I am super happy with what I wanted to see and what I am seeing. When I send out the best students, I can tell you, Larry, that there are some days that 10/10 of all the top airing anchors are from JMC. Henry Ekambi is my student or call any name. Veronica Bengyela is my student. Call Larry Effande, it's Enoh! It‘s Enow NjieEbai not me? I am the happiest person in my life. I'm very happy. God has given me a second chance, and I am very happy with it. I see the fruits of my labour. You don‘t know. They bring money here, they bring food, they bring everything: fruits, drinks. My students.

The Pope

That name Pope came from the second batch, and I can trace it to that boy called uhm… his name cannot come now. The second batch had Chris Ebenson, Vero? No, Vero, I think it was in the first batch. But I think that boy who started calling me the ―Pope"... his name cannot come now. When I think of his

name, he is in Yaoundé. I was very authoritative and omnipresent, and I knew my stuff.I know it till date. I know my stuff. I know who I am. If you don‘t know who you are, a Manyu man has just sung a record called "nchemti." Go and play it. I‘m not advertising for him. He said that if you don‘t know who you are, you don‘t know where you are going. I was omnipresent. The children saw me. I used to know up till where your placenta is buried. In my tribe, when they deliver you, where they bury your placenta, they plant a plantain. It is that plantain that they‘ll use to give you circumcision. I knew all my students in the early years.

Dr Becky Enoh Tanjong

At home, my best friend is my wife, Dr. Becky Enoh Tanjong. I have four kids: Maya, Egbe-eyong, Arrey, and Afon. As I am talking to you, Maya has four children, two boys and two girls. Egbe-eyong has one child, a daughter. I am the grandfather of five grandkids - three daughters and two boys. Is it not God? It is God! I come from a very liberal tradition. We argue, we talk things out, and we come to a consensus. When I am at the table with my children,

they laugh. My comic is still there. My humour. We talk! Mum tells us or Arrey, Maya. Maya has my spirit, my daughter in Douala. This is how I live. God has given me this chance to live, and I thank him. I was talking with my wife this morning. Charity services are very important. I want to do charity work. I want to help humanity. I want to touch lives. I don't only touch lives in academics but in real life. I would not like to have 10.000FRS and not give one or two other people who are in need.

Last Words

Do your work. Be responsible and do your work, and the rest will follow—responsibility across the board: your profession, home, family, and society. Don't go and take 10.000FRS and start a civil war. Don't take a hundred thousand and castigate somebody or create a fake newspaper to run people down. Those are not people you should count on for this country, the faith and hope and the development of this country.

Henry Muluh Speaks about Enoh, the Mentor

Interviewed By TarhyangEnowikahTabe

How and in what circumstances to you first meet with Enoh?

I first met Enoh, the founding father of Anglophone journalism training in Cameroon in 1995. Prof. Tanjong whom I had never met till 1995 did not only recruit me to teach at the newly created Journalism and Mass communication program at UB but was my academic mentor. If I am an Associate Professor today it is thanks to him. He also supervised my PhD. I thank you Enoh for making me see the qualities in me that I never knew. I returned from the UK with an MA in Communications Policy Studies in 1994. All I thought of was a career in TV broadcast production. Little did I know of a Mass Communication Program at UB until my late father asked that I take a letter to

his former student and the Godson of my grandparents, Prof. Chumbow. Interestingly, Prof. Tanjong and Dr. George Ngwa, the founding fathers of JMC were sharing an office with Mr.NgiewihAsunkwan at MINCOM. They requested to know from Pa Asunkwan if he knew of any Anglophones with Master's degrees in mass communication related fields. That‘s how I was asked to drop anapplication with a copy of my master‘s thesis supervised by Prof. Jeremy Tunstall, author of The Media are American. As Enoh will remind me later, "Henry that‘s the reason I recruited you. You were taught by one of the best minds in the sociology of mass communication."

What were some of your best moments?

I once had to go get him out of class to go receive a guest in the office. I had to go along with Dr. George Ngwa. As we approached, he cautioned that I should not be surprised to meet a class laughing from his jokes and that Enoh has one and a half hours to teach and will spend one hour joking but what he teaches for those 30mins we can use two hours to do same. I honestly experienced it that day.

There is a lot to say about the Fotabe warrior as he preferred to be called. He was really fun to be with. It was sad that in his last days he talked of progressive disengagement which got even worse because though the jokes were still there he could no longer sustain a lengthy conversation.

Enoh I remember the day you travelled to Douala to meet the director of Cameroon Airlines to request for exemption from storage fees for equipment sent by OSIWA to JMC and that had been in their storage facility for over six months.

He unfortunately parked his car at the wrong place and the car was clamped. Come and see Enoh sweating and gesticulating. His jokes eventually got him out of trouble as the boys asked for money far less than the regular 25,000frs. That was the man who will do everything for JMC including making sure we had space for the $80,000 worth equipment from OSIWA. He also convinced his friend Prof. Titanji to provide a mast and an antenna for Chariot FM yet he was no longer HOD. He was very passionate about JMC. He went out of his way to get

the best to assist in the training of journalists. I proposed the recruitment of Mr. Enow Bisong and Mr. Kome Mathias. He never hesitated to accept them. These two including AsonglefackNkemleke and Mary Kamara contributed immensely as part time professional trainers in JMC. That was the man with a vision insisting on the relevance of adjunct professors.

What Would You Remember Enoh For?

I must say that as the second head of department he stood by me to make sure I succeeded in launching the two postgraduate programs of the Department. Enoh was a mentor and a real big brother advising on family issues as well. I will forever remember our trip to Yaounde for a JMC wedding, then to Mbengwi for the death celebration of Luke Ananga and the burial of Mami Jua. He really made JMC a family. He is sorely missed by my family. I can keep talking till tomorrow. I rest my case.

Tributes and Memories of Enoh

Compiled by Lilian Ndangam Fokwang from the JMC memorial WhatsApp group

Enoh Tanjong! The proud Fotabe warrior. Remember the popular Tole girl as you use to call me. You and others molded and transformed me to what I am today. We are mourning yet we celebrate you. We are successful today because you gave us just your best which is what has enabled us to face life's challenges with confidence and audacity. You will forever be remembered.

Adieu Prof.

EmambuLempia Brenda EpseNono. JMC 1999-2002

ET a larger-than-life character

I always feel he was a deity in pedagogy. Transmitting knowledge in the most simplistic way possible. Shaping our egos, giving us character, confidence, and hunger for success.

I got off to a rough start. He picked me out for getting to his U Block class late. Questioned my G.C.E grades. My alma mater and when he found nothing wanting. He dropped, "you are a disgrace to your school."

I got angry. But also determined not to allow his words define me.

The anecdotes are endless. During a lesson he literally explained the communication flow in one joke.

Enoh: Girls be careful about mixed signals. You will see a boy who has no food and is starving in his mini cite. Then his nice neighbour will cook her beans and give him some to save his life. And the idiot starts telling everyone she is crazy over me! (He laughs)

I have never forgotten the way my request for internship at CRTV in 2000 was dismissed "on ne prends que les stagiaires de l'ESSTICici".

And how Mabi, Akara, Fominyem and others driven by the Enoh philosophy reversed all of this. Today we are honoured to receive JMC students. You have been inspirational Prof. Fonka Mutta Beau-Bernard JMC 1999-2002

I can say the sadness I had since the news broke has been lightened so much by the anecdotes of Enoh, that takes you just right back memory lane to his lessons.

Enoh: "Wonders shall never end! Small mall marriages. Mama farmer, papa carpenter. You!! Change your life, your SES. Moki, what is SES? She doesn‘t know (breaks into laughter)

I remember when he would ask those living with their parents to come down to Molyko and experience life.

Enoh: "Nursery school, Bokwango, primary school Bokwango, secondary school Bokwango and now university Molyko. This is the highest travel you‘ve ever done. Tell your parents to talk to me. You need to come down here and see life. Enjoy small, small marriages. Especially when garri is finished, gas finished and then you start crying,"this world is not my home". Which world is not your home?"

He would burst into laughter while we are all tearing up It‘s endless but beautiful memories Rest on Fotabe Prince Moki Monique

Enoh has left an amazing legacy and it's so heartwarming reading the anecdotes from everyone and to think how one individual was able to have a very personal impact on each student is a great blessing and a treasure. Thank you Enoh for everything you instilled in us, and your fruits are apparent by the outpouring of love here. Your passing has reminded me again that it's not how long a person lives but what you do with the time God given you to touch the lives of those you encounter. I feel blessed, privileged and truly honored that our paths crossed Enoh.

Prudence NgoneIyok

JMC 1993 - 1996

I remember in 2014 when I went home, my brother and I went to see him at UB, it was supposed to just be a pop in visit to say hello but in typical Enoh fashion it was a full day trip, he told anyone who would care to listen that I was a star, then he insisted we go to his favorite restaurant where, again, in

typical Enoh style the entire staff was fond of him. Then he insisted he'll drive us to go see the old presidential palace-he remembered that I was always fascinated by the history of that place. "You should see it now; it's been cleaned up" he said with that childlike excitement he always had. He drove us there but this burley, mean looking guy wouldn't let him drive in and he spoke in French (Biya was supposed to make a trip to Buea in a few days we were told). Enoh is livid at this point, "look at this idiot! You don't even know the history of this building and you have the audacity to not only stop me from getting but to speak to me in French." He was actually going to get out of the car and give the guy a history lesson. But we managed to persuade him that it wasn't worth it. He never did anything half way. We ended up spending the entire day with him as a personal tour guide. He was determined to show me what had changed since the last time I was home. I have so many stories

Christel Ebenson JMC 1994 - 1999

It took just one encounter to "fall in love" with Enoh. And once he notices you, ahhh!!! The first nickname he gave me was "African Metis" because I had "Jerry curls during my first year. He would say "nice girl from Limbe". I wasn't the kind of student who would warm up to anyone. I was too introverted, but Enoh made me talk rather than just smile as I always did. I used to panic when he said, "Don't call me Sir".The memories are many. Truly, you don't miss your water, till it runs dry. We've lost a beautiful soul.

Adieu Enoh

Fanny Doh JMC 2011 - 2014

Walk on Prof. Walk on my head of Department. Without qualm‘s, you invited and assigned me to teach News Writing. Walk on fellow SOBAN of the ‗66 batch.

Walk on my Fotabe boy. You were simple and hardworking. And you taught and mentored future journalists the Art of telling the story without being part of the story. I am still in disbelief, but as tributes flow in, as recollections give meaning to it all, we will come to terms with reality and speak about you in the past tense. Our paths first crossed in Sasse College, I, of the ‗65 batch, you of the ‗66. But that never stood in the way as we formed future men and women of the Noble Profession. Go well, Fellow SOBAN, Go well, professional Colleague. May the soil that holds your umbilical cord reunite you to your roots and your ancestors. Rest in Perfect Peace.

Asonglefac Nkemleke, Former JMC-UB lecturer and CRTV Journalist.

Enoh's fast and dramatic French exit has plunged me into a deep daze, from which I am still struggling to emerge. Recollections of Enoh's interactions with students have made me cry and laugh at the same time. They have triggered in me memories of our time together.

How could I forget 50 years of friendship and brotherliness? Fifty years fighting epic battles against common enemies in Yaoundé and Buea, in defence of our students and shared ideals. He was so resolute in defence of these principles that he could go to war for them. On several occasions I had to virtually physically restrain him. That is why we often went often together to potentially acrimonious meetings.

Lilian Ndangam once described us as two peas in a pod, the Ying and the Yang. Indeed, we were! I guess that explains the survival of our friendship. We fancied and addressed each other as General. We were so tied together that our wife Becky once remarked that if she didn't know as men, she would think we were up to something unorthodox or fishy.

After I left UB in 2001, we still created opportunities to meet yearly at least once in Buea or when our paths crossed in places such as Pretoria, Joburg, Kampala, Lagos, etc.

To me, Buea will never be the same without Enoh. Au revoir mon General. See you one day again.

Dr. George Ngwa, Co-founder of JMC-UB JMC Lecturer 1993 - 2001

You encouraged me in every way when my hope for recruitment was dashed. You told me I will shine like a Star.

Enoh: Don't let that dim the star in you. Jojo (Dodo) you are a star and you will shine when the time comes.

Thank you Enoh. Thank you for all your encouragement during my very low moments. You stood for a poor widow. Thank you so much. I will never forget you. Rest in peace Fotabe warrior

Dr. Dorothy Forsac Tata VD/SSA/FSMS

"Pope" Dies!

It is with a heavy heart and pain we learned, today 29 October 2022, of the death of one of Cameroon's prolific Journalism and Mass Communication scholars, Prof. Enoh Tanjong. We first met Prof Enoh Tanjong on the 11 of October 2016 during our first-ever JMC level 200 lecture, JMC 205 (Mass Communication Theory). He was jovial, humble, hospitable, and fatherly. He made the best out of every second spent in class and on campus. We shall greatly miss his usual advisory role which helped even the less privileged students navigate hardship (survival instincts) and keep guard on our social activities in Buea back then. We salute his bravery and selflessness in cementing a solid foundation which many of us have built on since 1993. Let his departure remind us of the need to remain more united, peaceful, and loving towards one another to keep the spirit of the Department of Journalism and Mass Communication, "JMC is a family", alive.

Let the heavenly angels welcome him to the bosom of the Almighty, where he will enjoy celestial bliss.

Cham Victor, on behalf of the JMC 2016-2019 Class ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

I enrolled in JMC alongside WGS as a double measure program. Enoh use to call my caffiage the Takumbengs. And blending our WGS courses with JMC as if he is a WGS lecturer, he called me "The Warrior" anywhere even in seminar presentation. Anywhere he meets me. Enoh made a 4-year degree program in UB light on us. I first heard the word ostracised from Enoh. That became my grammar term in most courses in the WGS. And other students thought the JMC options students were more intelligent. Forfun he will say the WGS students are wearing high heels and are walking for before for back to classes in the morning. He will add that high shoes are not meant for long distances. Enoh had a golden mind. Enoh lives on!

Tambelin Joan Bessem WGS/JMC 2002-2006

Enoh co supervised my MA thesis. I remember he called a meeting with all his supervisees from ASTI. A meeting I did not attend. Then he sent a message asking that I come see him immediately. I didn't want to go because I did not think I was ready to begin writing. It was Second Semester of my second year, and I had seven courses choking me. I only had an approved research proposal. When I eventually went to see Enoh he told me to bring him my chapter one, two and three in two weeks. When I complained, he extended to a month. Come and see me skip classes for two good weeks and found solace in the library. Within the month I had those chapters ready, and the rest is history. I completed and had defense programmed with two academic years in ASTI. That was quite a feat to achieve. And when I met him in Yaoundé after his appointment into the NCC he was so happy as he reminded me of being his supervisee.Rest Well Enoh.

I still remember the day I had a one-on-one TV interview to just celebrate Enoh! He made me laugh so much on the set. He said "look at you today I named you my first JMC Star and today I rejoice whenever I see the things you are doing. Keep that positive aggression, remain the go-getter that I know you to be. Soon the world will know JMC by the caliber of its products"

I was humbled! Oh Lord! What a loss! A Communications guru gone! A celebrated scholar!

Funny, humble, relatable, and witty. He lives on in us!

I mourn but I am glad we are his ambassadors, spread worldwide and making the world better in our respective corners. I am one happy "J " with a "J "spouse as well. So, you can imagine all we have been talking about in our household since we got the news: Just Enoh and JMC

Rest well our JMC Pope Mabi Azefor Fominyen JMC 1993 - 1996

I remember Enoh with laughter always. His sense of humour was written all over his facial expression. I could still hear him call me "Honor" whenever he sees me among friends. During the MCC programme, I got another name "Bolibe". According to Enoh, that was supposed to be "Golibe " the title of a song sang by Flavour, the famous Nigerian musician. I could still hear him call Ebai, Evaiiii in his Bayangi accent. Enoh was just an impeccable soul. Never a dull moment with the Fotabe Warrior. He will be sorely missed. Rest in Peace, my supervisor.

Honorine Eri Echike epse Eyong JMC 1993-1997 MCC 2015-2018

Enoh: "You never know where your luck lies". Weh! Enoh Tanjong Zach, it's not like you had to live forever. Just that your passing on to glory was so

sudden and your children want to remember the wonderful memories so that the pain will be less. We loved you then and love now even in death and some of us are wishing that we had had the chance to meet you after UB.

Good night Vivian Vebem JMC 1996 - 1999

Enoh where do I start. Your departure has left us asking so many questions about life and this race we all are running after. You were more than a father, a mentor, and a friend to all your students. You made our days in UB eventful and easy. There is a lot to write about you including your advice and guidance. But one thing I am grateful for is the option to fight our war where ever we find ourselves as J stars.

Enoh thank you for being there for us. Teaching us and for making learning fun. Enoh had a way of making us learn new words. He made us conceptualize everything. From Learning new concepts to making us watch CNN, and the list is

endless. So full of life when he held his coffee mug and came for lectures. God alone knows what was in the mug. Thank you for giving us life survival tips. Thank you for letting us know we need to be way ahead of the trends and the news. Thank you for imparting in us a fighting spirit. We remain your smart kids.

Rest in Power Prof. You remain engraved in our hearts forever Adieu Enoh Maryline Allo Kika ADE JMC 2006-2009

Enoh, was a lecturer with a difference. The lectures were always relaxed due to the humour he added to it. A legend never dies. He lives on! Although it's exactly 21years since l left JMC classes, encounters with Enoh are still very vivid in my mind.

Enoh: l took ten of my students for internship in my village in Fotabe, eight never came back. They keep writing to me and saying, "thank you Enoh, l went and found my luck in Fotabe."

The first-time l ever heard about the village Fotabe was from Enoh and he was so proud and confident of his Fotabe village.

Enoh: "Some of you have never left your villages before now. Thanks to the University of Buea, you have left your villages."

Enoh:"Primary school: GS Mankon, Secondary school: GSS Mankon, High school: GHS Mankon." Enoh laughs ha haha. I know some of you have never seen the sea. Don't be ashamed. Come to me and tell me that "Enoh, I want to go and see the sea" and I will sponsor your trip to Seme Beach."

Enoh: "The kind of English UB freshmen speak is horrible. Can you imagine that l was with Ngwa (JMC lecturer at the time) at mile 17 and we heard

a UB student telling the friend "come quickly, come quickly, the car has flopped"

As a student minoring in JMC and majoring elsewhere, Enoh was fond of teasing me. Each time he saw me around the JMC Department downstairs in the former SMS Faculty, he will immediately call the attention of the other JMC students, and he says, "You see this girl, she has been dying to belong to the Department of JMC," and he will laugh and say, "pass and go to your department." And l will respond "Enoh, who told you l was dying to belong to JMC?

By the way, even hurricane winds, West monsoon cannot shake me from here." I laughed in return. Rest in perfect peace Enoh Your legacy lives on!

Fru Paulette Cho-Azieh

Sociology & Anthropology 1998-2001 JMC Minor

Professor Enoh Tanjong, my opposite door colleague, my joker, my insightful comedian, my senior colleague, my friend, are you really gone?

Gone where we will never see you again? What a tragedy! What a great loss for your battalion of students you groomed so well and splashed into the world to flourish, flower, replicate your style, make their own headlines, fortify, and change the history of Journalism and Mass Communication in Cameroon and the diaspora. Just look at the legacy you‘ve left behind. One of your pride, Kingsley Lyonga la Ngange is not only a professor but now the DVC/RCB. Before this achievement, he had been FSMS Faculty Officer and HOD of JMC. Oh! What grooming! what nurturing! You and your team of lecturers were always there for the betterment of your students. I remember JMC ingraining your students the Art of Book production. The students wrote and produced small books. I was very impressed. Enoh was that friend I had who will make me laugh just so that he could see the split in my teeth and then say ―Becky Ngeve, fine Bakweri girl, you get sense. I like you eh! Will you be my girlfriend? Smile make I see that your ―njoro‖" .

Typical of your jokes! Jokes that knew no bounds, making people laugh. This laughter made everyone, you met and touched, leave healthier longer lives.

Thanks so much for being my friend in the Faculty of Management Sciences, where we gave our all to our students. I taught your students: Introduction to Sociology, Social Work and Social Policy, making my relationship with your department clued. Sorry that I couldn‘t see you these past few years. It was all due to busybody and poor health.

Travel gently with Christ Jesus, not worrying of this sinful world. Adieu, my Friend!

Eposi Ngeve Rebecca

Retired but not tired. Retired Lecturer of Sociology, Social Work and Social Policy, UB 2002 - 2014. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

September 2016: Days after my wedding, I accompanied my wife to the Faculty of SMS for some administrative procedures. Waiting in front of the faculty, Enoh came by.

Enoh: I know this kid.Are you the one who got married? I received the invitation. I could not attend. Take this 10,000frs and buy something nice for your wife. Why are you standing under the sun. Go and sit in my office and wait.

Me: Enoh we are fine here.

Enoh (in a firmer tone): Take somebody's daughter away from this sun and go to my office. How much did you even give her father?

Inside Enoh's office

Enoh: If you don't get a PhD, don't say you know Enoh. You understand?

Me: Yes Enoh

Enoh: Bright kid. Where do you work again?

That was the last time I saw him. Enoh, the man of no protocols, rest on.

Nfor JMC 2006-2009

I learnt about ―small marriages‖ from Enoh‘s 205 class in 2006.

Edwin

He will always tell me ―Ask your sister Dorothy Diamond to come and get my books so she could sell them in London and send me the money in pounds".

Enoh made some of us to understand that there was no underprivileged in education. The last time we met was in 2021 when he was taking us again at the PhD level (Advanced Research Methodology 701). Enoh though frail walked into the class in his jovial mood holding his special mug. After the general introduction Enoh asked ―how many of you PhDs own a car?" Our answer made Enoh to order us coffee and groundnuts from the staff canteen. Thereafter he said, "Feel free to have your coffee in class. Also ensure to have a coffee maker in the lab so you can have your coffee ready anytime." PhD is not a fair journey.You were the great Pope. The Masterpiece of JMC Matole Emilien Enjema

JMC/WGS, 2006- 2009

Prof, you groomed and nurtured me to be the "fine pen" journalist many a person admires today. In our days, many students of other departments within UB looked up to JMC Department with a lot of admiration. Many could not comprehend that JMC students often called their lecturers including you simply by their names: Enoh, Diff, Che etc. without the use of titles like Mr., Dr., or Prof. This, owing to the US - styled conviviality and love you as HOD injected in the JMC Department. This tradition made studies enjoyable and loveable!!

Your sudden demise will remain an irreparable and irreplaceable loss to the J-99 batch in particular, and the entire university community in Cameroon. Adieu Prof!

Njike Celestine Atadebe JMC 1999 - 2002.

Enoh did not understand tribal lines, he did not see gender. What he saw were kids with potential. What he saw was the need to touch lives. What he wanted was to give opportunity to those who needed it.

Enoh used to say that if you're a revolutionary at 40, then you're a fool. Enoh: "Spell fool, "full'. Correct." And he'd laugh. But he lived his life as a revolutionary. Going contrary to all the accepted and expected ways of doing things. Enoh believed in men being men, but he was the first to cry in an emotional situation. 

He went against the concept of entrance exams and opened the doors for many who may have never had the opportunity to study journalism. 

He went against the notion of status by driving a small car for a very long time as a university professor. 

He went against professional barriers by encouraging students to address him by his name. 

He has even gone against accepted notions of dying by taking off in such an unprecedented manner.

Last year after ill health and some institutional factors had prevented him from going to class, we succeeded to get him teach 205 and 218. He

accompanied me to every class and though these set of students could not enjoy the vibrancy of his healthier years, they too will have stories to share.

Eileen Tabuwe Akwo

JMC/WSG 2002-2006

He never failed to remind us that "I will destroy you before you destroy this programme". He would continue by telling us that "Me, Enoh and my friend George dug deep to conceive JMC and I will not allow you destroy it. That's where I am coming from".

I remember on several occasions he threatened me by saying, "look at me this Banso boy, Mama farmer, Papa hunter, you can do better but you spend your time roaming the streets."

To crown my undergraduate studies, I chose as research topic: "Direction and Nature of Transnational News Flow". Dr. George Ngwa set the groundwork with me and when he left UB, Enoh became my supervisor. Two weeks before submission day, he tore my work and asked me to

redo it. I was lost. Enoh kept on telling me that the work was not bad but that I could do better. I spent sleepless nights, and he kept on pressuring me until one day he asked me to submit. I scored an "A" and Enoh congratulated me saying "Always strive to be the best. You must always develop survival strategies or activate your survival instincts". This advice has lived with me since 2001. Fare thee well Enoh. It's not your fault that you were such a great man.

Pontiff Lawong JMC 1998-2001

Enoh in Quips and Quotes

Compiled by Lilian Ndangam Fokwang

Enoh:Nahata what's your name

Nahata:NahataBalama Valentine

Enoh: Nakata Bralama, you are from where?

Nahata: Am from Massa

Enoh: Oh! rare species from the North. Class, welcome our endangered species. We need to protect them.

Till date she has become my rare sister and endangered species. Our "superstar"!

Shared by Ngumnesah Ndefru, JMC 2007 -2010

Enoh: Eileen, you need to be watching CNN, BBC etc. I know you don't have a TV. Just go to a bar,

make sure the bar has a TV, buy a bottle of small Fanta, just be kissing the bottle and watching the news, stay there for five hours, after that you would have been updated on the recent happenings in the world.

Shared by Neh Ndifor WGS/JMC 2002-2006

Enoh: "Go to ModaItaliana, take shoe and bag. Tell them to give you food too because you look hungry. If they ask for money, tell them Enoh sent you. Am I not a nice guy?"

Shared by Imma Mkong JMC 2007 – 2010

Enoh: "You invite a nice girl to your house. You show her a tray of eggs, you tell her to feel free. She starts breaking the eggs, when she breaks the 5th, you shake, when she gets to the 9th, she will ask you,

'you too go chop?' You will say no. She will break the 10th.

When you are alone, you break one egg, you eat the yoke in the morning and the white in the evening."

Shared by Sama Awa-Mengi JMC 1998 - 2001

A couple of months ago, I met Enoh in Limbe. I walked up to him and greeted. And he went on to ask: "Did you finally marry from Fotabe?"

We both laughed and I said no. He said, "still thank me anyway."

And I went " Thank you Enoh, I found my love in Fotabe"

Shared by Beryl Ann MbomeEpse. Takor Sociology & Anthropology 2000- 2003 JMC Minor

Sometimes when he will ask for your name in class, you say it and he doesn't hear well, he will just switch and say something like "Listen kids, pay attention to names. Some kids cannot read because of their names."

Shared by Ndefru Melanie JMC 2011-2014

Self-introduction: (everything about you)

Me: My name is Cham. I attended GTHS Wum...I Am a high school teacher. Enoh: you that girl behind there, you got him? Girl: no, sir. Enoh: do it again. Me: (another introduction) Enoh: Correct! Now, meet him. Meet him and Network. Exchange contacts. I need results!

Shared by Cham Victor Bama JMC 2016-2019

Enoh: "If you see a girl standing where music is being played and you find that she is not even nodding, my brother run for your dear life"

Shared by Ndefru Melanie JMC 2011-2014 ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh: I met Tina at Malingo Junction shouting and calling "Enoh Enoh! Goodmorning!" I was not only shocked at the chewing stick at the corner of her mouth, but I managed to ask her where she was coming from. With much excitement she said "Enoh, I went shopping!"

To my surprise I noticed a tiny transparent plastic bag with 2 carrots and 2 green beans! In her hand. Look ladies I am warning you. Next time you see me don't embarrass me with your poverty!"

Shared by Lum Irine Asanji JMC 1995-1998

Remembering Professor Enoh Tanjong

"Those of you who attended boarding schools are agric fowls. I love my 'G' students [referring to students from government schools], 'contri' fowls. They can survive anywhere. Let me tell you an anecdote that will teach you how to survive. There were two cats, one was well fed, the other, dying of famine. When the two were thrown inside a drum of water, the well-fed cat drowned and died while the hungry cat battled and jumped out.

Girls, avoid small marriages. These boys will fool you and dump you. Very soon when passing by UB entrance, I will see you carrying your hands on your head and singing 'this world is not my own, I'm just a passerby'.

Life in Molyko is very tough. The battle is for the fittest. Anyways, when it gets to the worst, go to Fotabe House, raise your hands up to the building and command anything, it will come, you understand?

Some of you are already coping. When lectures are over, you leave campus through the backside road leading to Dirty South and steal maize and groundnut to go and make dinner.

If you also want to survive, go to Muea market, start asking the price of items like garri and make sure you test from each seller. By the time you test from 10 or more sellers, your stomach would have been full. Then drink water and go to bed.

You this kid, your name is what? You are from where? From Sop? Where did you attend nursery school, Jakiri? Secondary school, Jakiri. High School, Jakiri. Now you have come to Buea to do JMC in the University. Your life has changed.

When I give you concepts, write them down and make sure you research. Read and go bananas.

You come to my class with "destroy" trousers and tinted hair? What's his name? Out! I don't want to see you in my class.

You, your file is where? You must own a file. I don't want to see students pocketing exercise books into my class. I don't train academic maquisards."

Enoh, rest in peace hero.

Shared by Isifu Wirfengla JMC 2012-2015

Enoh: "You come into this department as cassava you go out as miondo, garri, waterfufu, bobolo, apku"

Enoh: " You go to a restaurant with a boy no franc in your handbag, you command chicken, chips, you take drinks, the guy sneaks out and abandons you, how do you pay? They seize your shoes, your phone, your hands on your head,you take the shortcuts in the bushes and run for your dear life. Enoh... Jemeshuete"

Shared by Doris Bate TatawEkwe JMC 2000-2003

"I'm leaving this class in 5 minutes!" After using 4 of the 5 minutes to crack jokes, he will now start teaching for the next 1 minute. "Agenda Setting by Maxwell McCombs and Donald Shaw, Diffusion of Innovations by Every Rogers". I have given you 200 concepts. Go down to the IT Center and the Library and read. Manka will explain next class"

Shared by Ngange Divine Nfor JMC 2011 – 2014

Enoh enters from the back of the noisy Amphi 150 Enoh: "How dare you make my father's house into a market place."

With his usual sense of humor, he inculcated very deep life lessons.

My lecture is ooooonn: Concentration

Go to the research center, read Time magazine, Newsweek, The Economist and change your life: The value of self-cultivation

Take 100 francs, walk from UB Junction and taste soya until you get to Soppo. Pay your transport and come back. Big guy that's how

you get protein: You don't need too much to survive.  You joke with my research assistant; I give you an F: Respect hierarchy no matter who they are.  If you don't sell the Chariot Newspaper, you will know your marks: Responsibility Thank you Enoh. Rest well

Shared by Edwin Nfor JMC 2006-2009. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh: Nice girl. You say you were sick of what? Typhoid and malaria? (Laughs) You have suffered (laughs again). Did you treat it with Guinness?

Me: No Sir, I don't take alcohol. Enoh: (laughing hard) you have suffered. That thing kills eh. You're a strong girl. Stronger than you know it.

And for a student with disability, those words meant a lot to me

Shared by Fanny Doh JMC 2011-2014

"Nice girl, where are you from?" "Stop galivanting along the street of Malingo! Go to your room and read"

Shared by Aneth Faseh Mbame JMC 2003-2006 ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh: "There are many soya vendors now in Molyko. Even if you don't have money just go and taste. By the time you go round, you will be already satisfied"

Shared by Elias Ngalame JMC 1993-1997

I remember once he told me "Nice girl, you are from where?" I was dressed in suit (blue black trousers) and said jokingly "my village is not called where". Enoh laughed so hard throwing his chalk, then duster at me. He later would send me to go interview the then VC, telling me that I was well

dressed...he used that to talk about dressing as journalists/event

Shared by Nsono Josephine JMC 2002-2005 ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh(to student): What is your name?

Student: My name is Cecilourette Ayuk Mukete Enoh: Sexy what? Student:Cecilourette Enoh: Okay Sexy Laura. Sit down and don't come late to my class again. Till this date we still call her Sexy because of Enoh.

Shared by Lilian Ndangam JMC 1993-1996

I was Miss JMC simply because the day I came for registration, I didn't know where the department was. When I got there, Enoh was in front of the office. I think he was with Muluh or George'

Me: "good afternoon sir"

Enoh: Good afternoon. How can we help you?

Me: I'm looking for the Department of JMC. I want to sign my form B. Enoh: Why do you want to study JMC?

Me: I want to be a journalist. Enoh: hahahahaha, by the way what is your name?

Me: Scholar Maloke sir. Enoh: where are you from?

Me:Bafanji in Ndop Enoh:Wandas! (he laughs) and you want to read JMC?

Me: yes sir

Enoh: don't call me sir. My name is Enoh, from Fotabe. Then he laughed and called me Miss JMC! I think he always called me that till we graduated.

Scholar Maloke JMC 1998-2001

Enoh changed my name from Moki Charles to Moki Joe. And insisted I answer each time he called me

Moki Joe. How he came about the Joe, God alone knows Moki Charles Linonge JMC 1995-1998 ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh: "Your parents sent you to study now instead of coming to class you are busy boiling canda and beans for your boyfriends." Rest in Peace Enoh

Shared by Ntube Rachel Nkwelle JMC 2012 - 2015

Enoh: "I met Mankaa crying in front of Jeannot Express and went to console her thinking she had heard some bad news. Can you believe she was crying because the bus driver had forgotten her mortar and pestle at the agency in Bamenda. All these Bamenda girls. When you come to Molyko forget about achu."

Shared by Lum IrineAsanji JMC 1995-1998

Enoh: "I am building a big house in Fotabe so that when I die everyone will have a place to stay"

If you decide to go to Fotabe to ―see‖ the ―Big house‖ for yourself, you‘ll immediately hurry back and frantically shout "This Enoh eh through the streets of Molyko"

Oliver Fuh JMC 1994-1997

Enoh: Engozo do you know Hilary Clinton?

Engozo: No Enoh

Enoh: It is a kind of food you hear! Engozo: Yes Enoh

Enoh: Write it down!

Shared by Baiye Frida Ebai. JMC 2000-2003

Enoh:Where are you from?

Student 1: I am from Mankon

Enoh: Is that your major? So, your major is Mankon. I have heard (laughs)

Another student enters the hall, a bit late, about 5 mins after he asked the question to student 1

Enoh: Where are you from?

Student 2: I am from Sociology and Anthropology Enoh: (laughs)…so is Shoshology your village? Is that where you are coming from? All students just laugh!

Shared by KINGUE ETAME Else Olive Yvette épse LENGUE WSP/JMC 1995 - 2000

May memories of Enoh never fade.

Enoh: you!! What's your name?

Me: Adiama Banas Nicole Enoh:Adiama what?? Barabbas? Me: No, Enoh, Banas!! Enoh (laughing): Class, please welcome Barabbas, the famous murderer of all time.

Shared by Adiama Banas Nicole JMC 1998 – 2001

Enoh: "JMC is not a Disco Hall. We don't train DJs here.No to small small marriages."

Enoh: "Fine Girl. I hope you are no longer into smallsmall marriages after leaving JMC". How many kids do you have now? Oh! You have 3. Focus on your life. You are a Fotabe Product.

Enoh: "Those of you who went to Welfare and Cornchaff School, welcome to the den. Google concepts.Read until you die."

Shared by Mbinglo Gilles Yumo. JMC 2010 - 2013.

Enoh: "If you are not in J.M.C you are nowhere." "You want something you go get it," "Fight you war." Girls please, please, don't cook for those boys. If you want to graduate, read your books".

Let me not continue. I believe everyone who passed through Prof. Enoh Tanjong is a warrior today. Rest in perfect peace Prof.

Shared by Ngo Essounga Pauline JMC 2008-2011

In his typical French accent, Enoh will say:"Bonju... Je m'apelleEnoh, et tua? Je m'apelleEnoh ... Ceci cela, comme ci- comme ça". Thenhe'llexclaim "hahaaaaaaEnoh! My life. Come! You speak French more than me?"

Shared by Mimi Djob JMC 2003 -2006

Enoh used to tell the girls, not to tie wrapper round their chests and stroll in the compound. He'll say, "you don't know where your luck lies." One day he came to class and said that he saw one of our mates, Manyang Helen with wrapper on her chest picking mangoes in their compound(not true though). We all know how funny he was. He'd say, "when you people join small marriages and things start

getting rough, you'll stop endearing yourselves, you'll call your husband papa boy."

Shared by Scholar Maloke JMC 1998-2001

Great Respect For the MAN who made JMC a FAMILY. More of his quotes: Enoh: "When you come to JMC you are Cassava. When you leave, some will be garri, some waterfufu, others bobolo."

Enoh: "You are late, and you walk majestically into my class? Who are you? What is your name? And what is that on your head?

Student: dreads Sir.

Enoh: What!? Bread!?

Student: Dreadlocks sir.

Enoh: ln JMC we say Enoh! not sir. Where are you from?

Student: l am from.....( yet to complete response)

Enoh: Young man, we don't train mokululu DJ's here. Leave before l call security! JMC is not for

sale. My name is Enoh. Quote me anywhere! I conceived this program with George Ngwa! We do not want rocks here.

Enoh: My lecture is on!! (as students laugh) You! go and come and write your semester exams!

The combination of discipline and jokes made JMC as great as we all know today. Rest in Peace Professor

Shared by John Neba JMC 2005-2008

Enoh: ―Any day you are hungry, start tasting soya from Molyko to Checkpoint, after that drink water and sleep. Go to the market in the evening and select vegetable from the market when the market would have left them. I‘m teaching you surviving JMC 101"

Shared by Antoinette Buinda JMC 2011-2014

I came late the first day of his class. He said,"Look at this one. You are who? Your name is what? I said "Regina Leke." He then asked..."daughter of Leke

Tambo?" I said "no" and started laughing. He said "look at this bush Bangwa girl. Just say yes"

Shared by Regina Fonjia Leke JMC 2007-2010 ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Enoh: "When you are left with 150frs in your pocket, use the short cut to the banana plantation, pick as much as possible. Then take a taxi to Molyko. It will save both your life and sanity."

Shared by Patience Ndukong JMC 1997 - 2000

Enoh: Big girl, go to my office and make some coffee for me

Me: Ok Enoh (running)

Enoh: Wait there. But don't you put any charm in it because I'm happily married with three kids. Me: (smiling): ok Enoh

Enoh: (turning around to go to the class): because you these UB girls... (Rest of the class breaks into laughter) Rest on Enoh

Shared by Anne Abila JMC 2003-2007

2007, one year after my husband died

Enoh: You cannot bring up your children in Kumba. That's a rustic town.

Me: Enoh, that's where I grew up and I am somebody.

Enoh: That was your time. Now is different. I have told you to move permanently to Buea with those children.

Me: Enoh, I am only a part-time instructor. I don't have money.

Enoh: Don't you have faith? Trust in God. God will take care. Enoh will take. Come to my house anytime and take food to feed the children.

Enoh: My best friend Becky will give you and the children anything you want.

Dr Dorothy Forsac Tata VD/SSA/FSMS

Testimonials, Tributes and Salutations

Enoh, an Icon

Many consider Professor Enoh Tanjong as an icon of journalism and Mass communications but he is greater than that. Enoh was simply an icon. He was full of life and humour.

While in Buea, I paid him a surprise visit not knowing it was my last -48 hours before he passed away. Enoh maintained the demeanour of a refined and well groomed scholar full of appreciation and satisfaction.

He had no clamour for material things but prided himself in the success of others especially his students. Despite his impressive career, he wassimple and always full of jokes.

His adventures at Wisconsin left our ribs breaking. I guarantee you, I will make sure your legacy lives on through many things I learned from you.

Farewell Prof., let the angels welcome you, let your positive legacy last forever and above all, let God be glorified. Rest in Peace brother.

Prof. Victor Mbarika CEO, ICT University, Yaoundé, Cameroon

Call Me Enoh

Once there was a professor whom the world thought they knew Yet all they saw was his smile And all they heard were the words that made them laugh

Such a professor, a rare jewel to find A mind so sharp and confounding, yet easy to unravel

Once there was a professor whose English was awful And none was the wiser that it was a strategy

To keep the student alert and keep the concept in mind You are who? You are from where? Yet the notions of identity and belonging get bigger

Once there was a professor who refused to be one Except in class, a conference, or a seminar ―Call me Enoh‖, he said, so simply, so meaningfully That Enoh became a phenomenon To be studied, analysed and explained

A baobab in a forest Whose peers failed to understand That standing apart did not mean standing alone It simply meant creating new paths Offering different options from what was already known A mentor and a rare one at that Constantly pushing one‘s boundary of knowledge Constantly questioning why one is not better than they are

A man with the gift to recognize talent

His Achilles heel For talent without character is not so enviable Yet Enoh would close his eyes and focus on what he wanted

To mold the gifted into intellectual giants He would overlook human weaknesses In his desire to develop the mind

So sad that Enoh could not get all he wanted For life has its ways of teaching us And reminding us that we are merely a part of something bigger And other forces may interfere along our path Derailing us, hindering us, preventing us

Enoh remains a phenomenon

That none can take away from the hearts and minds of thousands

That the passing breeze may so gently remind us Each and every time he meets a new face He says ‗call me Enoh‘

I wrote this poem on September 21, 2020 probably to honour his retirement but I never published it on my Facebook page as I would often do. Yet now, it has found its place… Forever in our hearts!

Eileen Tabuwe Akwo JMC/WSG 2002-2006

A Tribute to Enoh Tanjong from Tanjong News Agency, Fotabe

Love for family, humility, a loyal friend, a commitment to media research and scholarship, dedication to his students, an unforgettable sense of humour, and an undying love of Fotabe! These characteristics sum up Enoh Tanjong for me. Enoh's love of family was evident in the way he frequently talked about his beloved wife Becky and their kids. I had never heard of Fotabe until I took Enoh's classes. Was there ever a man so proud of his heritage? Enoh was Fotabe and Fotabe to me, was Enoh. Enoh was a great source of inspiration and encouragement for me to pursue graduate studies in

communication and journalism. After two internships in broadcasting, I quickly realized I was not cut out for broadcasting. Enoh's lectures and scholarship showed me a different path: mass communication research. As his research assistant, I spent countless hours entering data into a software in a computer in his home. It was a task that entailed taking a taxi to go to go to his house daily after school or hitching a ride with Enoh to his house each day. I got the opportunity to meet his lovely wife and adorable children. Few students had the time or commitment to undertake what seemed like a repetitive and boring task of data entry, clean up and analysis. However, that experience, along with the knowledge and skills from JMC not only propelled me to pursue graduate studies in mass communication but to go on and research and publish on media and journalism practice. For all his accomplishments as a media scholar and professor, Enoh remained a humble man. "Call me Enoh," he told his students. It took us a while to get used to this. But we did – much to the chagrin of a university system that was steeped in venerating authority. In hindsight, this was a deliberate choice

by Enoh and George Ngwa his fellow pea in a pod with whom he co founded the department. It was an intentional choice to build collegiality among the department's staff and students. This ultimately provided the foundation for what will become the big JMC family – a legacy Enoh deeply cherished. To know Enoh, is to know a wisecracker with a knack for deadpan and self-deprecating humour. He called his old brown car a jalopy, told us he ate tropical rather than continental breakfast (story for another time), and joked that he owned the Russian news agency Tanjug. Why not? Tanjug was just the name Tanjong spelled incorrectly. When a classmate introduced herself as Cecilourette, Enoh nicknamed her "Sexy Laura" and it stuck! He made short work of late comers to his class by dismissing them as "layabouts". He could be as funny as he was serious. Outside class, Enoh enjoyed sharing a meal or drinks with his students. One time, we shared drinks with him and George, they counseled us never to stay in an abusive marriage because of children. We laughed at the time, because Enoh said it in characteristic Enoh fashion! But that valuable life lesson always stayed with me.

JMC-UB would not have been half as fun, positive, and inspiring without Enoh. In his passing, I mourn the loss of a passionate professor, a committed researcher, and an incredible mentor. I equally celebrate and honor the amazing legacy he has left in an entire generation of media practitioners and scholars in and outside Cameroon. I am forever grateful that our paths crossed. Rest on with your ancestors and God, you unapologetic warrior from Fotabe! Though your time here is done, your star shines brilliantly. In many places. In countless faces. Amongst these, the J-Stars that make up the worldwide JMC family you built. Hamba kahle. Go well. Lilian Ndangam

Fokwang,

JMC 1993 – 1996

Fly, scintillating brain, fly! Though here we gaggle and gasp Rattle and wrinkle lexicons incomprehensible, A mélange of sweet bitter rhythms Only sounds of giggling dirges That reverberate, chime and toll, Like a church bell at dawn summoning Christians; Emitting some notes danceable, some notes sit-tight, Dumbfounded and Perplexed at the news, But reminiscence of Enoh's Deep penetrating and soothing discourses When infused and elevated by his Muse

Yet, with spotty punctures of refreshing jokes And sudden roundabout to core of course, In students‘ attention grasped in focus, Like an orange eager palm; These, and more we now recount and recount

In painful pride of paced out proverbial pilgrim; As sweet sad streams gallop down undulating cheeks Of your peacock handiwork Sprinkled on the Globe's enticing face Like grains flashed in a jammed roost

But now, we only can say: Fly, Enoh! Fly! Fly, Iroko! fly!

Flap your unassuming enticing branches, Veritable warehouse of anecdotes; And let your Leaves left here

Flap and fly! Fly and shine, Fly their fly; but flying your fly! Flights that brighten your kapok gleeful face In the restful rest forlorn, Just as you were wont to saying: ―Fight your war!‖ And yours, you truly have fought Fotabe Warrior! Our Hats, our Black Caps and Red feathers; Are in our sweaty shivering hands Dangling and whispering frowning tunes: ―He has gone! He has gone!‖ Reminding us of a guru humbler than humility; Yes, virulent communicating Communicator, We salute Enoh! You, Generosity Personified, We salute you Master! You, Humour Incarnate, We greet you friendly Warrior of our time Oh! The Baobab has won, and gone, Yes! His knitted Baobabs are born and on Mathew Takwi , MCC 2015-2017 (First Batch, Class Delegate) JMC Dept, UB and Poet Laureate & Playwright

A Father, Mentor, Lecturer And Supervisor

It came to me like a bombshell. On October 25, 2022, I received a call from you requesting for an urgent and important information that needed your attention. I could not have imagined it was the last time I was talking to you. Your simplicity, selflessness, commitment, hard work and humour were out of this world.

You molded and empowered your students to become better professionals. You were a great teacher, mentor, professor, and supervisor. You made me see the world in the perspective of strategizing to face challenges.

Thank you for all the sacrifices made on our behalf.

As the pioneer HOD of JMC, you laid a foundation which made the department an enviable one.

You will forever be in our hearts. Sleep well and good night. Your legacy lives on.

Agbor Vivian A. JMC 2012 - 2015

He Gave My Family A Slice of His Time

In April 2021, Enoh visited Johannesburg for health reasons. On arrival, he called and texted me several times. He brought me some food items and wouldn‘t want them to smell. When I went to his apartment, I found that nothing he brought could smell. They were all dry.

―Enoh, you said these things would smell,‖ I queried.

―Mbongshu, you know how you are. If I did not say so, would you have come?‖ he retorted. I smiled. Convinced by George Ngwa in 1997, Enoh paid my tuition as a loan from JMC coffers. He later denied I refund the money in 1998. Since I left Cameroon in 2002, Enoh has visited South Africa five times. Each time, he gave my family a slice of his time. Emmanuel and I will miss you. Our children are left bare.

Victorine Mbong Shu JMC 1996 – 2000

You Appointed Me Your Vice Dean

I happen to be the only JMC student who had the opportunity to work with you as your Administrative Assistant from 2006 to 2016, when you were Vice Dean in charge of Programmes and Academic Affairs.

When I was employed, you asked that your student be sent to work with you. You always reminded me of the delicacy and importance of examinations in the life of students. You scolded me when I committed an error saying, "I have no patience for mediocrity, you are a kid that I trained and I expect more from you."

When work was properly done you called me "Maxo" then you will say: "By the power vested on me as VD/PAA, whatever that means I now appoint you Vice Vice Dean". Thank you for making me a better person. Make Heaven more joyful than it already is, with your jokes.

Ngwa. Your Vice Dean

Marcelline

You made us study as kings and queens

You were such a down to earth person, and it took me quite a while to learn to call you Enoh as you wanted.

When the J1 class visited you sometimes in 2020 to wish you quick recovery, you were so happy to see us and quickly recalled the early days of JMC Buea.It was one of those moments that you shed tears of joy and that was truly emotional for all of us.Some of us came from underprivileged backgrounds but you made us study as queens and kings.

You told us never to forget where we came from reminded every student about your dear Fotabe village which I later discovered.

Permit me address you "Prof" at this point to bid you farewell as you journey to your beautiful home. Adieu great warrior from Fotabe.

Anne Mungjong

JMC 1993-1996

He called me Tchatcha

Enoh: "Tchatcha", why are you not smiling?

Me: Enoh, my name is Tadfor, and not Tchatcha Enoh: for the sake of peace, I Enoh, say your name is "Tchatcha" do you hear me?

Me: hmm Enoh...

Enoh: Tchatcha just say Yes! Me: Yes Enoh Enoh: voila I miss you, Enoh. May your soul rest in peace!

Nyandoh PahoTadfor JMC 2003-2007

“You

professor

met” Dear Enoh, even though your demise came to me as a thunderbolt, the days following were filled with exceedingly rich memories of my glorious encounters with you as your very first priest-student in the Department of JMC in the University of Buea. Notwithstanding, I felt really down some days when I thought of our last conversation during which you

are the best

I ever

wished me the best in my upcoming defense. It pained me to imagine that I won‘t have the opportunity to share with you the joy of attaining my terminal degree, something which you often encouraged me to undertake. You are the best professor I ever met in my long academic journey; you were unmatched in several ways, most especially as a principled teacher, mentor, visionary and father. You trained your students in your image of hard work, resilience, diligence, and fun. However, what I admired most in you was the fact that you didn‘t care for accolades in the university hierarchy and rightly so; for the true accolades of a professor of your caliber should be rightly conferred by your students, and I am certain you are smiling from above as we are doing it big! Indeed, good men must die, but death cannot kill their names. We shall honor and celebrate you forever! Rest in perfect peace, Enoh-the man who made JMC a family. You often told me in class: "Rev. Emeh, pray for us!" Yes, I am praying for you.

Father Wilfred Epie Emeh JMC 2005 - 2008

On the first day I met Enoh, I did not take him seriously. Of course, Enoh had showed up late with George to be our teachers. Classes had started and the JMC department had been going on for over a week without lecturers in sight. As if homeless, a couple of JMC students were gallivanting on campus when we were pointed to these two sweaty young guys in zazou coats rushing towards the "cubicle" as our de facto teachers. We joined them and they introduced themselves as Enoh and George. I was thinking; "seriously and they don't want to be called doctors?" My doubts of their appearances and simplicity morphed to realities of accepting their ultra-intelligence, humility, lack of interest in materialism but worth of self, self-confidence as opposed to servitude, with loads of responsibilities. And the ability to see myself as a partner and stakeholder in any transactions. I feel privileged to have peered into the diary of a dreamer like Enoh.

Swiri Ako

JMC 1993-1996

Adieu Enoh – Mentor, Trainer and Uncle

Professor Enoh Tanjong gave me the opportunity to work with him as a Research Assistant and to manage the JMC Communication Research Centre during my stay as a student in JMC. Shortly after graduating, he invited me to support him in his teaching duties. In the interest of full disclosure and before I say any other thing, I must confess that I feel like I failed Enoh at least in one instance. A few years ago he asked a couple of us in his office when he was Vice Dean to work together to write his memoir. That has not been done yet. But it has not fallen through the cracks.

In a country buffeted by tribalism and ethnocentric tendencies; where social cohesion and equal access to opportunity are constantly challenged, Enoh led and taught by example. He coached, trained and raised us without any iota of discrimination on the basis of ethnic origin or wealth. To him we were all just kids as he regularly referred to us; his kids, of course. He was a master at the craft of mediating between the interests of the aspiring rich and the deserving poor. Enoh worked hard even in the face of adversity to establish JMC as

a public good. If the truth was as late Cardinal Tumi puts it ―the agreement between what one thinks and what one says‖, then it can be said without doubt that Enoh was an honest man. He found it hard to pretend or to be hypocritical. He openly admitted what he referred to as his mood swings – which some saw as a weakness – but which was in fact his acceptance of his own humanity. A toga of narratives is yet insufficient to capture the impact of Enoh Tanjong. A passionate fan of meritocracy, he hated mediocrity with a passion. In a society where excellence, ethics and professionalism have ceded large portions of turf to a conflagration of vices, the life, impact and achievements of the man who made JMC a family should serve as a lesson for us all. The story of journalism and mass communication training in Cameroon – if not dehistoricized by dishonestly, will never be complete and truthful without a central place for the legend –Professor Enoh Tanjong.

Ngwa JMC 2002-2005 UNDP National Expert

Leslie