In 2022, I met some flood victims at a camp named Ogenya in Nyando. One was a woman who had released her two teen children to live with her mother in a different county because the camp, and the one-room makeshift shelter she shared with her husband, were unconducive.
She was emaciated, either out of an illness or malnutrition. But even as we spoke, her infant would not stop suckling. Outside, children enjoyed football oblivious of their parents' trauma and worries. I wondered how bad it could get for children.