25 November 2025 - We keep talking about climate change as if it’s something happening far away, but here in Kenya’s dry lands it is real life.
The ground is hard and cracked under our feet, the water troughs are empty, cows are dying, and people scramble over the little pasture that is left. Sometimes families go hungry, and sometimes people even lose their lives.
Yet right in the middle of all this hardship, the herd story is rewritten and the camel steps forward, resilient as before.
Away from carrying heavy loads, the camel also gives plenty of milk, good meat, and offers real hope now and in the future.
For decades we have talked about drought: why it comes, how to predict it, where the aid should go.
We have written plans, held summits, launched fundraising appeals. But the scenes repeat.
The same faces show up in different years, each time hollower, each time more stubbornly beaten by hunger. The question that keeps coming back to me is painfully simple: have we learned anything at all?

The memory of 2011 still stings. That year’s drought carved its name into Kenya’s conscience: more than 3.5 million people and roughly 500,000 refugees in the north were pushed into hunger and desperate need, and 385,000 children under five suffered acute malnutrition.
The country responded, corporates, religious groups, and citizens rallied.
Kenyans for Kenya, a public fundraising drive led by the Kenya Red Cross and Safaricom Foundation, raised roughly KSh 677 million in cash and almost KSh 300 million in kind to aid the starving.
For a moment, there was relief. Then, twelve years later, the drought returned with renewed ferocity.
I have travelled these lands, from the edges of Eldas in Wajir County to Sericho in Isiolo, to Mandera, Samburu, Marsabit and Garissa.
What struck me first was how deceptive the landscape could be.

On the road into Eldas, the veld looked almost lush from a distance: beautiful bands of grass and wide plains that would have once promised grazing for hundreds of cattle.
Up close, the grass was not a sign of plenty, it was the silence of absence. There were no herds to eat it.
The animals were gone!
People’s faces told me the rest. Desperation oozed from eyes that used to be stoic.
Stories I collected there are not new to aid workers, yet they still land with gut-punch force.
“We have a lot of pastures, but we do not have animals to feed on them,” Asman Abdi told me.
“Those who had over 500 goats and cows have only 10 or 20 at most. Even the donkeys we used to fetch water with have died.”
I sat with Fatima Aden as she rocked a listless baby against her chest. Her voice was thin with exhaustion.
“We got to a point where we could not even light a fire for seven days,” she said.
“I name this drought ‘Elbaey’, the killer drought. It consumed everything. We rely on sorghum donations or the firewood we sell to feed the whole community.”
In Sericho, the cash-transfer cards had arrived, an intervention hailed by donors, but the smiles were brittle.
I then met Rukia, who at first tried to hide the pain behind a borrowed laugh; it broke the moment I greeted her.
Tears came fast, and she told me how, when water ran out, violence ran in. Men and women left no choice but flight.

“We have been left with nothing. Nothing at all,” she sobbed.
“We are reduced to total poverty. But we thank God that we are alive. We can wake up and walk around; maybe we will get out alive.”
Across Mandera and Garissa I heard the same: displaced families, relatives welcomed into villages like Benane, but not without friction.
“Our neighbours come seeking water and pasture and it is never enough,” Rahsha Hussein said of people fleeing violence.
“They attacked families, even our women who were just selling food in a neighbouring village. It is so painful.”
These testimonies are not isolated.
In the droughts of 2022–2023 the National Drought Management Authority put the figure of livestock mortality in the millions; multiple reports place livestock losses at around 2.6 million animals during the worst months, a sector loss measured in billions of shillings.
The UN humanitarian dashboards and ReliefWeb documented the scale: millions needing assistance, refugees and internally displaced populations swelling, and an already fragile coping system stretched thin.

When animals die, hunger follows quickly. Milk, the single most reliable source of protein for children in pastoral homes, becomes scarce. When milk is gone, malnutrition spikes. When malnutrition spikes, a generation’s cognitive and physical development is at risk. And when resources are scarce, the social fabric, thin to begin with, unravels.
Water points become contested. Grazing routes become battlegrounds. Insecurity breeds in the cracks of climate stress.
The Internal Displacement Monitoring Centre and others have linked climate shocks to rising internal displacement across the Horn, and northern Kenya shows the strain in microcosm.
Camel: The New Cows

And yet, amid the ruin, a pragmatic adaptation has been quietly taking root. Where cattle can no longer survive, camels have stepped in, not as a romantic choice, but as a hard, necessary pivot.
Why camels?
The reasons are almost painfully straightforward. Camels are built for scarcity. They can endure thirst longer than cattle, browse on thorny shrubs, walk long distances in search of feed, and remain productive when cows falter.
FAO and multiple research institutions have documented camels’ resilience; their milk is nutrient-dense, often higher in vitamin C and iron than cow’s milk, and contains proteins and enzymes (lactoferrin, lysozyme, immunoglobulins) that researchers say offer antimicrobial and immune-modulatory benefits.
Recent reviews also note insulin-like proteins in camel milk, which have sparked interest for potential therapeutic benefits in glucose regulation, though scientists caution that more clinical trials are needed before any medical claims are definitive.
The World Resources Institute flagged this trend early: pastoralists in parts of Kenya have been deliberately shifting from cattle to camels as a form of “transformative adaptation”, changing not just practices but livelihood systems to survive a new climate reality.
Academic studies on the Borana in Isiolo show the same: camel rearing is replacing cattle in areas where droughts have become frequent and harsh.
At the human level, the difference camels make is visceral. In places I visited, a single lactating camel can sustain a family when cows have failed. Camel milk markets, once niche and largely local to Somali and Rendille communities, are beginning to stretch into towns and cities.
Nairobi’s cafés and specialty stores now offer camel-milk drinks; urban demand, and even export interest from Gulf markets, is nudging a market into existence.
FAO notes the potential: camels present a “huge economic and nutrition opportunity” for parts of Africa, especially where climate change makes traditional livestock increasingly unreliable.
But this shift is not without cost. Camels bring new husbandry needs and new disease risks. Veterinary services in arid counties are sparse, and sudden increases in camel populations can outpace the ability of local clinics to respond.
“Camels only succeed when you combine distribution with training, veterinary care and market access,” FAO livestock specialist Hussein Ada says.
There are also social costs: cattle are embedded in identity, marriage systems and status.
For many elders, the transition is painful. Yet practicality often wins where survival is at stake: dowries are negotiated differently, rituals adapt, and new songs are sung for the camel as a provider rather than the cattle as the only symbol of wealth.
Researchers caution that the transition must be supported, with veterinary care, cold-chain investment for milk, credit lines for herders, and policy that recognizes pastoral mobility rather than seeking to settle it in ways that may worsen vulnerability.
Samburu County launched camel distribution and support programmes years ago; recent reporting suggests thousands of Somali camels have been distributed to vulnerable households across arid counties to shore up dairy production and household resilience.
“If we had only cows, we would have nothing left. The camels are the only animals still giving us milk,” said Lerushan Lepalak a pastoralist Samburu County.
Local governments and NGOs have piloted chilling centres and cooperative marketing schemes to help women milkers aggregate and move product to market. These interventions show what works when a package of support, animals, training, veterinary services, and market access, is combined.
“We are giving out Somali camels to the most vulnerable households so they can produce milk and rebuild their livelihoods,” Samburu Governor Jonathan Lati Lelelit said during he distribution.
Fatuma Guyo, member of the Anolei Women’s Camel Milk Cooperative in Isiolo said, “Camel milk has become our income. The chilling centre helps us sell together and get better prices,” She added.
Economic math helps explain the turn. In drought conditions, the market price and productive value of camels often eclipse that of cattle. A milking camel can produce substantial daily yields in lean times; camel milk fetches premium prices in urban markets that value its perceived health qualities.
For households facing the choice between losing everything and pivoting to camels, the choice is pragmatic. The risk, of course, is that without fair market structures, middlemen and volatility can hollow out benefits for producers.

That is why policy matters: support for cold chains, quality control, and producer cooperatives is crucial if the camel economy is to lift communities rather than enrich a few intermediaries.
Neither policy nor markets are yet where they need to be. KALRO and other research institutions have stressed the need for more targeted extension services for camels, more investment in disease surveillance, and better financing options for pastoralists who cannot suddenly invest in high-value animals without risk.
The World Resources Institute warns of an unequal transition: those with capital or access will be able to buy camels and benefit, while the poorest risk being left behind without credit, training or veterinary support.
Still, I want to end where I began, with people I hold close. I remember the afternoon a herder in Garissa handed me a cup of raw camel milk. It was cool, creamy, and tasted of survival: clean, full, an honest food. Around us, men laughed; we drank and enjoyed every sip. Another herder called across the bushes to ask whether I liked it. I said yes, and he clapped his hands laughing hysterically as if I had praised a child’s performance.
In the manyatta, the camel is more than an animal now. It is a measure of resilience. It is calories when the rains do not come, cash when markets open, and a fragile new dignity for families who have seen everything burned away by climate shocks.
This is not a redemption arc
Camels will not solve structural poverty by themselves. They do not replace strong health systems, functioning markets, or the international action needed to slow climate change. But in the here and now, they are a pragmatic answer to a brutal question: how do people keep their children alive when everything else fails?
If Kenya is to make this adaptation sustainable, it must follow with policy and finance that think pastoralists as agents, not problems. That means veterinary networks that reach the bush, cold chains that keep milk safe, credit that understands mobility and livestock timelines, and market structures that pay producers fairly. It also means protecting grazing corridors and negotiating land use in ways that reduce conflict.
Back in Eldas, a boy chased a camel calf across the pocket of crowded bushes. He laughed out loud and for that moment, the future, small, fragile and uncertain, felt possible. For communities that have suffered too much, possibility is itself a kind of hope.
Camels are not the only answer, but they are the shape of adaptation that many here have chosen. They deserve more than ad hoc programs and panicked distributions; they deserve a proper, planned pathway to transform a tragic vulnerability into a durable livelihood.
Climate change did not invent pastoral adaptation; it has only accelerated a choice millions have been forced to make. If the international community, national policymakers and local leaders want to turn this into a lasting resilience story, they will have to act like partners, not saviours.
Support the herders who chose to change. Build the markets they need. Strengthen the science that protects their animals. And above all, listen. Because when the rains stop and the sun burns long, it is not policy papers that keep children fed. It is a woman with a cup of milk, a herder with a camel, and a community that refuses to be defeated.
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