Mfantsipim School: The inconvenience of wonder

For what is one hundred and fifty years
but the persistence of an unfinished question?
How many boys must pass through these gates
before we understand that we, too, are passing through time;
that the names we bear are borrowed embers,
and the futures we imagine, someone else’s prayer?
Perhaps, if habit would relinquish its dominion,
if the familiar could briefly become strange,
we might behold the magnificent absurdity of our existence
the boy beside us, a universe of unspoken possibilities;
the ground beneath us, consecrated by departed footsteps;
the morning itself, an inheritance we never earned.
And yet, tomorrow, the siren shall summon us again,
and we shall return to our examinations, our ambitions,
our interminable affairs,
too occupied with becoming something to comprehend the wonder
of having become anything at all.
But may there come a moment, somewhere between
the past and the precipice of tomorrow,
when we stand beneath this ancient sky and finally
understand:
That mother Kwabotwe is not merely a monument to what has been,
but a living testament to what humanity dares to become.
One hundred and fifty years,
and the hymn still ascends;
still the dream outlives its dreamers,
still the future waits, disguised as a boy
And perhaps this is the most extraordinary thing of all;
not that we have endured the centuries,
but that, amidst the bewildering splendour of being alive,
we have inherited a story
and are still learning how to endow it with meaning.
Master Isaac Kontan Asare
102nd Head Boy, Mfantsipim School
Class of 2027
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