Donkey-milk One man's Testimony

 Kamere center, on the shores of Lake Naivasha, is a typical rural market where the wafting smell of smoking fish easily overpowers the aroma of roasted maize.

Few people pay attention to the hawkers hovering near the matatu or the donkeys on the streets — some which are laden with goods with their foals sticking to their side.

The donkeys belong to John who has been rearing the animals for the past five years. John owns over 10 animals, which he hires out daily but locals know him better as the man who milks donkeys.

Donkeys define me. They have supported me through the years and helped me school my children. I have never run short of anything. This is the last venture I would lose,” he said.

The farmer, who puts his age “in the 70s”, moves with the grace of a much younger man. There is little drama as he prepares to milk the donkeys, which appear to have formed a bond with their master.

Even the wildest lactating females, he says, calm down when he shows up with milking jelly, a jug and a rope just in case the animal gets too ‘excited’.

“They are just like cows; others are difficult to handle but most are gentle. They behave well and know when it is milking time. Gentle ones do not need to be tied up to stop them from kicking. They just wait until you are done and you release the baby to suckle the remaining milk,” he said.

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