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.