28, August 2025
Letters: Dear brothers, not this race, unfortunately 0
I am not oblivious of our Anglophone concerns (the concerns of we whose parents were Southern Cameroonians) nor am I willingly letting up on our craving to be the next president.
We still think the next president should be an Anglophone, both as our fair chance if we must have a sense of belonging and as a strategy to use the pain of the Ambazonia war and its causes to secure our presidential craving.
Besides the need for quality Anglophone leadership to redeem Cameroon, this would also be a pacification concession like Yoruba Olusegun Obasanjo more or less given rite (right?) of passage in Nigeria in 1999 to make up for the MKO Abiola tragedy and the Yoruba victimization that followed. That ought to be a major consideration by political actors on the election stage. However, without being conformist, I face the reality that such deals fit easily in a setting of a level playing field or during a fresh start like in Nigeria’s return to civilian rule after a decade-and-a-half of military rule, nearly half of it under bloody dictator, General Sani Abacha.
In this Cameroonian context, the field is not level. The opposition still has a strong man or a strong man regime to dislodge. It’s first and foremost about the capability to win. Let it not be understood that I imply Anglophone politicians are lame ducks and can only be offered a political victory on a platter of gold. Not at all. Other times have been more favourable to Anglophone candidates and more viable Anglophones have rocked the political landscape by right and potentials.
Not this year, unfortunately. And I face the reality with deep regrets for myself as an Anglophone and pity for our two (well, three) otherwise sterling Anglophones on the ballot.
I know I’ll be pardoned some day for this frank talk, but I want to tell our two Anglophone brothers in the frontline of this presidential race, Akere Muna and Joshua Osih (well, three, if we add freshman Ateki Caxton of Celestine Bedzingui’s PAL), that neither of them will win this presidential election by one man, one vote, except something extraordinary happens. In politics, everything is possible. But the stakes are too high this year and beyond considerations of equitable sharing for anything to be left to chance. It’s about winnability and it’s about numbers which are seen swirling elsewhere. So, may my brothers bear with me for making this call. I have a word or two for Muna and Osih:
MUNA: I like him for his persona, his sterling career, his distance from dirt, his role in Transparency International that shone the spotlight on Cameroon corruption, his moral and tactical support to his late twosome brother Ni Ben. A senior colleague of mine who was close to the Muna brothers during the multiparty nascent years of the early 1990s described them thus: Akere is the master planner (the strategist); Ben (Muna) is the bulldozer. To me, this suggests every wall knocked down by Ben, Akere removed the concrete rods to enfeeble it.
I also love the way Akere managed to draw the line between his career and his politics or between his clients (sometimes the government and/or government officials) and his possible entanglements with government business. I have had occasion to say to big brother Akere how I feel about his person.
However, an election is not about goodness and rightness; it’s about numbers. In politics, numbers don’t hide. If goodness and rightness do not generate numbers, the votes won’t add up and nothing can be done about it.
Well, there is something to be done about it. That is appointments or compromise deals. Obviously short of the requisite numbers to trigger a mass following to win a nation-wide election, I think Akere would make a wonderful Prime Minister, especially in this context of the need for sanity (Transparency) in governance. That’s where I see him for now. How? I don’t know. Well, he would also count big where there is need for a compromise in the event of a deadlock, which we are likely to run into prior to or after this election.
MY ADVICE TO MUNA: Becoming president won’t be the greatest achievement of your rich public life. It’s been sterling through and through. Brilliant legal career, two-term Bar President, exposing corruption in Cameroon through Transparency International plus the rest of your brilliant international career with international lawyers’ unions and other international organizations. And, oh, Glencore – your nearly lone-ranger fight for restoration of Cameroon’s interests compromised in Glencore shaddy oil deals. The outcomes with Glencore ordered to pay over a trillion FCFA to Cameroon is a good reason to go to bed satisfied. I won’t be cowed by being called the son of my father’s as a way to bully me away from my dreams but it may be advisable for you to take a break on this race and wait for what could, after all, still come to you if your peers on the ballot think, at some point, that you can be the flag bearer or tie breaker. Because of who you are and the name you bear, you are more likely to face more scrutiny than others. You’d come across tall should you be the first to declare your willingness to support another candidate your peers would identify, if it’s not you. No, we won’t blame you for betraying Anglophones by giving in to a Francophone. The people need someone who can win first.
OSIH: 2011 was Joshua Osih’s year to have taken the nation by storm. I headlined in 2011: “Osih: The Candidate Voters Will Miss”. His eloquence, his mastery of issues, his bilingualism, his good looks, his age (early 40s then), his business successes as manager of thriving companies… all pointed to someone who can bring corporate ways to governance — good governance.
His tact, plus his courage to navigate and survive among known wolves at the helm of the SDF all or some of whom were certain to be Fru Ndi’s successor is a telltale. Those were wolves who had eaten SDF giants, greater than Osih. So, who would have imagined that this little boy would do such a clinical job to walk his way to the helm of the SDF without a total party collapse?
I even believe there is something providential about Osih’s rise to the top of the SDF. He didn’t have to knock down all the wolves. Curious ill-health and death took them in numbers and in quick succession off the stage just when Osih set his eyes on the party top job. In the end, it took just a little bloodletting to shove aside the remnant strongmen off Osih’s way. Some mourning — a little mourning for his twenty-something victims — and before long, it looked like a welcome venture to renew the party with some smart, young Turks.
I was in Bamenda the day in February 2018 that the iconic Ni John Fru Ndi literarily and literally handed the baton to Osih after a run halfway round the Bamenda Congress Hall chamber. Osih had swept the votes from about all regions in the party primaries, defeating or forcing SDF giants to flee the race. It was an avalanche, bigger than a landslide.
But Osih wasted that 2018 momentum. He delayed it. He hesitated. Had he hit the campaign trail with it, a whirlwind might have developed out of it. He did not. He waited until May to stage an ordinary rally in Mbouda. Too little too late. His campaign collapsed and he emerged a paltry fourth behind Biya, Kamto and Libii. He became SDF’s worst electoral disaster. Nor do I think he is set to do much better this year. It’s no longer or not yet Osih’s year, if the race is to win to Unity Palace.
The darker side of the story is, he is now viewed as one of those standing in the way of an opposition quest for a consensual – if not a single – candidate. He has not as much as accepted to have any entente with another candidate. He has not as much as attended even so far unproductive meetings to seek that goal. He is viewed as typically taking a half aim to achieve a position (a good score), knowing he won’t win anyway, which suggests he might have a hidden agenda.
MY ADVICE TO OSIH: This is not your year, unfortunately. You had it and will have it again, hopefully. You’re still young. Do not ruin your future with a present not your best chance to win. Launch a call for a consensual candidate and redeem your image for the future.
By Franklin Sone Bayen


















12, September 2025
Eyamba Carl Enownewu Tabenyang -the Scion of Besongabang Goes Home 0
On a warm rain-washed day – July 24, 1937 – in the rolling green hills of Besongabang, in Cameroon’s verdant Manyu Division, Southwest region, a boy was born whose life would ripple far beyond the humble borders of his village. That boy, Carl Enownewu Tabenyang, grew to become not only a father and patriarch, but a community leader, and above all, a sage whose words carried the weight of truth and whose actions left the fragrance of integrity. Pa Tabenyang as he was fondly called entered the world in an era when births went unrecorded in the ledger of dates, hence his arrival went unremarked on paper; yet his impact, as time would show, was to be profound and lasting. His passing in June 2025, days shy of his 88th birthday, was more than the death of one man; it was the silencing of a steady moral voice that spoke consistently for peace, love, justice, education, family, and unity. His extended Manyu family and friends around the world will remember him as a devoted husband, a loving father, and a proud grand and great-grandfather. A man for all seasons who moved with the times his passing marks the end of an era. Pa Tabenyang will be buried on Saturday, September 12, 2025 in his native Besongabang. Although his earthly voice is stilled, his spirit still resounds, in his family, community, and in the countless lives he touched with integrity, and love.
Humble Origins of a Great Man
Pa Tabenyang’s story is one of resilience, providence and destiny. From the outset, his path – neither smooth nor certain, was marked by both challenge and promise. His mother, deeply traditional and determined, saw little value in formal education. But destiny had other plans and fate intervened. A Swiss missionary, Dr. Martin Stucki-Stirn, saw in young Carl a rare spark, and through his intervention, secured his admission into CPC Bali in 1958. Later, another benefactor, Mr. Donald Capill, stepped in to sponsor his further education. But in 1960, circumstances drew him back home, and thus began his journey as a teacher in Besongabang and later in Ntenako. His life ceased to be about personal ambition; instead, it became one of service. Besongabang had not merely a son but a torchbearer – one who would illuminate paths for generations yet unborn.
Teacher and Mentor
Pa Tabenyang was more than a teacher. He was a beacon and symbol of possibility as he carried the torch of knowledge into the classrooms of Besongabang and Ntenako. He imparted reading and writing, but more importantly, he offered hope. He did not just teach children to read and write; he taught them to believe. He taught them discipline, fairness, and the conviction that their roots did not determine their destiny. To a generation of Manyu youth, he was the living example that one of their own could stand equal to anyone, anywhere. Through him, children saw that a larger world existed beyond the familiar hills and modest homes of their youth. He was not only a teacher of books but a teacher of life. His insistence on integrity and his refusal to bend to corruption became legendary. He taught his students that knowledge without character was empty – and he lived that lesson daily. Those who knew him then testified to his dedication to duty and zero tolerance for corruption.
Politician, Patriot, and Public Sage
It is impossible to speak of Pa Tabenyang without acknowledging his boldness in public life. A member of the ruling CPDM, he nonetheless stood apart from those who sought politics for personal gain. His militancy was not for privilege but for principle. He belonged to the lineage of patriots who believed Cameroon’s greatness lay in diversity of opinions, justice, fairness, and equity. Once, during a meeting at the Mamfe town hall, then Manyu CPDM leader, erstwhile Minister Peter Agbor Tabi (RIP) vowed to crush and even kill his political enemies, including Pa Tabenyang’s son – Thomas Tabenyang (TT) – then Southwest Provincial chairman of the main opposition SDF party, whom he cited by name, as he scornfully sneered at Pa Tabenyang. In the presence of the security and administrative top brass, including the erratic and impulsive Southwest Governor, Oben Peter Ashu (RIP), Pa Tabenyang with his trademark poker face like a gifted ventriloquist, fired back without mincing words: “Mr. Minister, with all due respect, I am very proud of my son’s militancy in the SDF; in the same way you should be proud of your brother, [Chief John Agbor Tabi (RIP)], who is leading the secessionist SCNC movement; which unlike the SDF is not a legally registered political party. So, if you are going to kill your political enemies, start by killing your elder brother, who wants to break up Cameroon, before threatening my son.”
The ensuing silence was deafening and you could hear a pin drop. Deflated and confounded, Agbor Tabi was left speechless. Pa Tabenyang’s words, sharp and unflinching, exposed Agbor Tabi’s hypocrisy and reminded all that he who seeks equity must come with clean hands. That was vintage Pa Tabenyang – fearless, principled, and unwilling to bow to intimidation. It was a moment that defined him as a man of integrity and courage, unafraid to confront and speak truth to power no matter whose ox is gored
A Father to His Family, A Father to His People
Beyond public life, Pa Tabenyang’s greatest pride was his family. He delighted in being a husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. His philosophy of kinship was expansive; for him, kinship was covenant. “Tabenyang Carl Enow’s family,” he once said, “includes my children, my grandchildren, great-grand born and unborn, including the mothers… Anyone who tears or decides to break away from this bond does so at his own will.”
These words were more than sentiment -they are a testament to the human ties that bind Besongabang, past, present, and yet-to-be-born. They were the philosophy of his life. They spoke of his insistence that family, in all its branches, must remain united. For Besongabang, too often divided by disputes and chieftaincy quarrels, Pa Tabenyang was a bridge-builder, a quiet force urging reconciliation and reminding everyone that no cause was greater than kinship.
The Walking Encyclopedia and Sage of Besongabang
Pa Tabenyang’s life was threaded with humility. Not seeking acclaim, he cultivated wisdom in everyday acts – teaching students, comforting a grieving mother, bridging divides, urging kin not to sever blood ties. His was a leadership not of pomp but of presence, incarnating the ancient values of responsibility, kinship, and steadfastness. One of his greatest attributes perhaps was his consistency in words and in deeds. Even when he disagreed with his associates in a group, he never abandoned that group to form another. Pa Tabenyang was principled, fair-minded and with a detribalized and cosmopolitan outlook.
Indeed, those who knew Pa Tabenyang best often marveled at the breadth of his mind. He was, in truth, a walking encyclopedia of rare precision, a lover of English literature-Shakespeare, John Keats, John Milton, Geoffrey Chaucer – and a devotee of classical music – Mozart, Beethoven, Bach. In him, Manyu had a man whose intellect straddled numbers and poetry, grammar and imagination. To converse with him was to be lifted, to be stretched, to be reminded that the life of the mind was as important as the labor of the hands.
Enduring Legacy
Today, like the Besongabang Diaspora that rallies for community development projects worldwide, the memory of Pa Tabenyang lives on not in monuments, but in the character of those he taught and the unity he forged. In the end, the monuments Pa Tabenyang leaves behind are not of stone or bronze, but of character and conviction. They live in every student and every family reconciled by his counsel. They live in every Cameroonian who still believes, despite everything, that their country can still be great.
Pa Tabenyang was, above all, a man of the people. Born in humble circumstances, elevated by acts of kindness and committed to returning that gift tenfold, he was a teacher whose classroom extended to every heart; a leader whose authority was love; a sage whose council was silence and compassion. He was a principled man who, by his personal style and distinction, invited either passionate praise or rabid criticism. Still, in all that he stood for, no one could fault his undying love for people. But perhaps his greatest legacy lies in his example; in his humility, in his consistency between word and deed. In his cosmopolitan spirit that transcended tribe and embraced fairness for all. In his ability to combine frankness with gentleness, principle with patience.
Indeed, history will remember Pa Tabenyang for what he contributed to humanity, and he will always remain alive in the hearts of Manyu people, especially the Besongabang people, as a most valued sage.In death, Pa Tabenyang matters because Besongabang has lost a sage, Manyu has lost a pillar and Cameroon has lost a true patriot. But none of us has truly lost Pa Tabenyang – for his life, like the great classical music he loved, plays on in memory, in inspiration, in action. May we honor him not with grand memorials, but by building the compassion, unity, and wisdom he lived by. May every child he inspired, every relationship he mended, and every life he touched be his lasting monument.
By Ekinneh Agbaw-Ebai, Boston, USA