Inside the apiary, with our faces six inches from the bee hives, Kibwana opens the abyss of doom and the honey hits the fan. Out pours one hundred thousand bees attacking us from every angle. A bee attaches itself to my producer's nose. My cameraman drops his three thousand dollar lens. I sprint from the apiary, and screams of twelve your old girls who just spotted Justin Bieber fill the air.
Skip to my salvation. I'm standing on the other side of the river with Kibwana having escaped without a scratch. Unfortunately, my cameraman was not as lucky. Standing in the middle of the river he curses the day he met me as he swats dozens of angry bees from his now bloody ankles. It turns out that even though we tried our best, here we are still just a group of crazy Mzungu's (white people) trying to fit in.
With the insanity behind us and my cohorts finally free of the bees, Kibwana invites us for a well-earned meal of the sweetest honey I have ever tasted. I thank him for his time and ask for some parting advice, "What is the secret to happiness and health?"
He answers, 'The key to life is to keep working everyday. If you do that, you will stay young.'"
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