Born and raised in the sleepy suburbs of London, I was recently taken to an African market in Ghana and thought I was going to faint. People everywhere. Smelly smells. Someone grabbing your arms to buy a bra. All my westernized brain could do was internally scream. Little did I know that upon my return to the UK, with the Coronavirus self isolation and social distance measures in place, I would miss that market as if it were home.