The Winding - A Manifesto for the Voiceless

The Winding: A Manifesto for the Voiceless
Fragments of the Peninsula: Letters from the Margins

When the news broke that authorities planned to kill 121 Cape Peninsula baboons-mislabelled as "splinter troops" when they're simply indigenous beings navigating stolen landscapes-something inside me snapped tight like a child's tin toy spring.

This is what it means to be wound up by injustice. To become a mechanical heart that cannot stop beating for the voiceless. To send letters into the void from the margins of power, mapping territories of care that decision-makers refuse to see.

From the mountains around Cape Town to suburban neighbourhoods where ancient pathways have been severed, this is a manifesto for anyone who has ever felt compelled to fight for beings who cannot speak for themselves. It's about the impossible mathematics of love and loss, about being a cartographer of forbidden territories, about understanding that sometimes the most profound activism happens in the spaces between despair and hope.

Waiting, waiting for the world to remember what we have forgotten...

A lyrical testimony of environmental grief transformed into fierce resistance. For those who understand that every species we lose takes entire vocabularies of connection with them - and that sometimes, when we catch the light just right, it burns with such intensity we have no choice but to fight for its preservation.