One hundred and fifty years,
and still the walls remember.
They remember footsteps,
that have long disappeared,
voices that filled the corridors,
and dreams that began here,
before the world knew their names.
From one generation to another,
the torch has changed hands.
Boys became men,
students became leaders,
and the lessons learned within these walls,
travelled far beyond the school gates.
Mfantsipim was never just a school,
it was a beginning.
A place where minds were sharpened,
character was tested,
and ordinary boys were challenged
to become extraordinary men.
The classrooms have changed.
The uniforms have changed.
The faces have changed.
But something remains;
The spirit.
It lives in every student,
who walks on these grounds with a dream,
in every teacher,
who refuses to give up on a mind,
and in every old boy
who still carries the school
wherever life takes him.
One hundred and fifty years,
is more than a number.
it is a thousand stories,
a million footsteps,
and generations of greatness
woven into one name.
Today we do not only celebrate
where Mfantsipim has been.
We celebrate where it is going.
Because one hundred and fifty years ago,
Someone planted a seed.
Generations watered it.
And today,
We stand beneath the shade,
not to admire the trees,
but to become the forest.
–
Danquah Nana Kwabena Ampong
3S8
Pickard-Parker House,
Mfantsipim School,
Cape Coast.