THE mere mention of his name and the knowledge that he was around sent shivers into us. We were pupils of St. David’s Anglican School , Akure. Our teachers literarily trembled with fear. Even our amiable and most respected headmaster, Mr. Abiodun, was visibly nervous. Pa Enahoro, (for who dared call or recall his first name?) was the supervisor of schools in the early forties at Akure and its environs. Not the now familiar “Pa Tony Enahoro”; but his father. Tony Enahoro’s father was a stern disciplinarian; stricter than most of his peers, then entrusted by the British colonial masters with the responsibility of moulding our young minds, in those days, in the early forties. Pa Enahoro (Snr). belonged to that rare and privileged breed of Nigerians, who dared stand shoulder by shoulder, and looked at the white man, right straight in the face.
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