I first had a brush with hunger in 1994, when it became prestige to have three meals a day. While we never slept hungry, of course balancing diet after days, for many, even a meal a day was a struggle, especially in homes where birth control was a myth.
We had been in Nyanza for barely two years after tribal/land clashes pushed us out of Rift Valley. We were adapting to hotter days and newer diets. We fell ill more often, courtesy of nutritional and environmental changes.