If you missed the bees, you would have mistaken us for one of the teams who had swarmed the region in the wake of Ebola just a few months earlier. Mesh face masks, red rubber gloves, black rubber boots and bulky jumpsuits exposing nothing, hiding even the fear. But there was no missing the bees
I am now an amateur beekeeper. And so is my brother, Bailo! Why we started raising African bees is a long story, and I want to tell it right. I need more time to collect my thoughts, but for now, I want to show you a little glimpse of what we have been up to.
