Siddiq Khan is a would-be writer and revolutionary operating in Cape Town, the city of his birth. For the nearly two decades in which he has stained the surface of the planet, he has not done or said anything of great distinction, but is redeemed by the fact that he is well aware of that, and tries to act accordingly.
It seems deeply ominous to him that he is destined to live in a country both with an unsurpassed history of musical and political achievement, as well as of the routine commodification of tap water, but these feelings may be attributable to a peasant-like fatalism inherited from god-knows-where.
He worked with a refugee organisation previous to his arrival at the Scalabrini Centre, and the experience has strengthened his growing awareness of the mountainous challenges facing foreign nationals. The inefficiency of his previous work, combined with an urgent desire to help in whatever way he could, have led to an immense sense of relief in finding so fine a place as the Scalabrini Centre. He has therefore committed himself to setting right his reprobate ways, and correcting his general ineptitude as much as possible.