I recount how a trip to Somalia as a teen was formative in my identity and my decolonization by experiencing being unmasked and being celebrated for my unmasked self. The unshaming of weirdness and anger by local Somalis radicalized me in rejecting anything that demanded the conditioning and censoring of my identity.

And how decolonization is rooted in reclaiming what was robbed or suppressed in us by reclaiming our anger.