I’d electrify every rooftop in Orange Farm with solar microgrids and tell Eskom to keep its tenders and its empty promises. Real autonomy isn’t waiting for permission to stop getting fucked by load-shedding — it’s bypassing the whole rotting system while it collapses behind you. I’d pay my cousin Nkosazana, who’s got welding hands and two years without work, to install panels instead of begging some Danish NGO for a “sustainability pilot”. Let Cape Town sip its filtered water and discuss resilience from air-conditioned boardrooms — we’ll be cooking with solar inverters and charging e-bikes off the grid. Autonomy is boring when it finally arrives: no speeches, just light, and power, and no one asking for your ID before they turn the switch on.