Talking to my shoes

Hey there buddy!
I know you've seen miles
And tasted the best of friction
You know the smell of sand and mud
Too, the texture of Akinyi's mat
The beauty who stole me heart
Your best friend is Mwikali's balcony
I get solace in her kind granary
You've stood smelly socks,
My feet,earned you a couple knocks
You faded your sole to protect a soul
You've endured my heartless throws
Been my companion when I am lone
Yet;
When I see another one whose nice
I will forget all that's been
I will give you up to your demise
I will dash you to the bin.