Fighting with Dust

Yes, they were clean pairs of new shoes, I said to myself as I looked down at the new shoes that i just bought looking all brown, dirty and old, it was the dust.

I cursed the harmattan season and how it had always continued to make me look dirty no matter how carefully I walked.
I couldn't be more angrier than the passer-by, they all had the dirty stamp on their footwear. It looked like they were worried about it as I was.

Under a shade, I bent to wipe of some of the dirt with the little piece of rag that i had with me, i had made it a companion some days back. I struggled to clean the shoe to shine as it had when I was still about to leave the house, but was disappointed with the result, nevertheless, some stains were wiped whereas a good portion remained.

I think the best thing to do from now henceforth is to always leave the house along with my shoe polish. I can't continue to look like a result of pig's rummage in dust.