Reem wrote this poem on her return from Platform2, volunteering in Ghana:

Dear Tapa Amanya,

Maakye? Ete sen?

Well I already know that you’re fine.

I would love to bask in the false imagery of feeling me ho ye pa pa pa then!!!

But I cannot, so would rather numb my sorrow with palm wine!

It only seems like yesterday that I once marked your paprika complexioned soil with my loving footprints;