thoughts from a cobblers shed

sitted in a cobblers shed,why?because the bench outside is occupied under the sun and subjet to dust.so with whom am i sharing the shade with a milk can,the cobbler and every shoe posssibly made.this structure is iron sheets fitted into wood,but these particular iron sheets must be responsible for many tetanus victims the makeshift shelves.the one am sitted under looks like is able to give way. it has shoes piled a part of paraffin stove and a water bottle.i cant help thinking about jiggers when i look at the floor because jiggers lay eggs in the dust and with the recent outbreak in Busoga i am scared.once saw a guy on the mews whose body had been infested with jiggers the guy could not eat because his fingers were a hub of jigger activity.the real reason am here the thing below the heel of my shoe pratically only office shoe i own decided to walk off in protest.mbu my shoe sounds like a kakondo insists my work mate.but like i said ama be grateful so when life granted me this opportunity to learn the trade.i made the following observation.
Procedure:
1.cut of some things you dont need likesort of like leveling it.
2.then get some "dead" sole cut it to fit then put some super glue the secret ingredient is soil(dnt look at me like that0just sprinkle some.
3.then shape it to fit heel.will give you alternative jobs of course with firts hand information.

HOW DO YOU GO ON?

when i was in p.1 i meet a girl and we were best friends after p.4 went our seperate ways but still kept in touch. lillian my friend unfortunately was involved in the accident with her boyfriend she survived though still in hospital, but unfortunately her boyfriend didnot make it his body was transported to Gulu yesterday burial is today. someone please tell me how do you go on with your life when everything practically was this person!because what you had with this person might not have been a blood relationship, but then it is a relationship much stronger than what you might ever have with some blood relatives.how do you go on?some please tell me.good bye Jayles!you will be missed.

WHEN OUR LIVES HAVE JUST BEGUN:

my phone is ringing and am absent mindedly wondering who could be bothering me at this hour and its my friend Vanessa! whats with the hurry, i had just spoken to her telling her am 10 minutes away from the car spa and no am not lying.Anyways because of her persistence i pick up and she is telling me Anita Kamaliza is dead!!!!!panic and double panic not Anita.i get to the spa and she is telling me more people are dead. messages start flooding in names of those dead and those that have survived.Gina is gone her head flew off the body,Eddie is dead,both were buried on the 22nd.went to see Anita's mother,she was strong but how can you be when you have only two children and when one is gone.