Bernard Fonlon

Mgr Atang on Bernard Fonlon

Monsignor Lucas Ade Atang, The Hard struggle for the Catholic Priesthood (With a Preface by Christian Cardinal Tumi), pp.65-66.

“...Some four months into the year, Fonlon’s class was preparing, in the usual Retreat, for the Order of the Sub Deacon, the last but one rung in the ladder to the priesthood. Fonlon was not only a very studious and bright student but one we all liked and looked up to for his moral rectitude and exemplary character. He loved writing articles.

Bernard Fonlon: Can you build people and die a pauper?

Boniface Ndemping Wewe (Ngonyama Ka Brooklyn)

Hamba Kahle (Farewell) Shufai Nto Drev!

As a primary school pupil in the former West Cameroon and precisely at St.Joseph's Catholic Boy's School Bamenda in the early 1970's, my teacher introduced the concept of Ph.D to us. He further stressed that Dr. Bernard Fonlon was one of the first Cameroonians to obtain one. The concept stuck and I nursed ambitions or fantasized about doctorate degrees!

Bernard Nsokika Fonlon: Glowing Memories of the Master

By Martin Jumbam

Revised and reproduced from Cameroon Life, Vol. II, N° 7, October 1992, pp.41-43 where it was originally published under the title "Bernard Nsokika Fonlon: Six Years After"

It's a rainy and soggy morning in the city of Douala. The day is the 26th; the month is August; the year is 1992. For several days now, endless garlands of words have been winding their way through my mind as I reflect on a fitting tribute to pay my Master, the Yaounde University Professor Emeritus, Doctor Bernard Nsokika Fonlon, of glorious memory. But, somehow those words have failed to deflower the virgin sheet of paper before me.

A Student Remembers the Master

By Francis K. Wache

Of course, we had heard of Bernard Fonlon. Who had not? He was a living legend. As a result, many stories were circulating about the man; his erudition, self abnegation, abstemiousness, scholarship, lifestyle....

So that morning when we were told that he would be giving us a lecture, our anxiety grew. Earlier than usual, the lecture hall was jammed. There were the usual catcalls when the attention-attracting damsels arrived flouncing their backsides. There were the customary squeals of "Anglo! Anglo!" when some chairs creaked or someone coughed. Then, all of a sudden, stony silence.

Dr. Bernard Fonlon, the long-awaited, was here in flesh and bone.

My Fonlon Story

Fonlon friends, colleagues and protegees are invited to present the story of their personal experience with Dr Fonlon, and they will be published here.

In addition, experts on the Fonlon legacy are invited to contribute to and coordinate the management of this website.