18/05/2026
Reading the City Through A Man of Good Hope
We live in a time when movement and migration are constantly placed under suspicion. Yet people have always moved. For necessity and survival. For trade, curiosity, joy, wonder - and sometimes simply to wander.
During Africa Month, we return to Jonny Steinberg’s “A Man of Good Hope”, a book whose title carries its own historical weight. The Cape of Good Hope was named in relation to passage, promise, conquest and wealth - the belief that this route around the Cape would open a way to Asia.
Centuries later, Assad, a young Somali man, arrives in South Africa carrying another kind of hope: not imperial, not extractive, but human. The hope of safety, dignity, and rebuilding a life. But Assad arrives in a country already deeply fractured by colonial and apartheid spatial planning. He lands in Cape Town, where poverty is pushed to the edge, where displacement is repeated, and where the poor are too often treated as a problem to be hidden rather than people to be housed, protected and included.
Blikkiesdorp, created as a “temporary” relocation camp ahead of the 2010 World Cup, is central to this reading. It was part of a city-making logic that sought to “clean” poverty from view while selling Cape Town as a world-class destination for tourists and investors. But temporary solutions have a way of becoming permanent conditions.
Assad begins to see how different South African communities were shaped differently by apartheid, and how these histories continue to produce fear, resentment, scarcity and uneven access to the city. What is striking is that even a man fleeing war is jarred by the violence he encounters here and yet he is still able to understand something of the historical violence that shaped the local population.
The tragedy is that the anger is not directed at apartheid’s architects, its beneficiaries, or the systems that continue to reproduce inequality. It is too often turned against other poor and vulnerable people.
So we ask: would this violence take the same form if spatial justice had been served? If people had been returned to land, neighbourhoods, opportunity and dignity? If cities were built for residents first?
What exchanges might have been possible? Trade, friendship, family, travel, language, culture - the ordinary and extraordinary possibilities of African movement.
South Africa once represented a promise. It still does. But constitutional values mean little when our cities remain organised through exclusion, distance, insecurity and abandonment.
A city that cannot hold dignity for its residents will struggle to hold dignity for newcomers too.