Cultivating gardens,planting flowers and not using harmful pesticides is one way of ensuring bees survive... pic by F Macha
The earliest memory I have of bees is my mother yelling at me to lie flat on the ground in rural Kilimanjaro. I must have been seven or eight. Swarms of bees would noisily zoom past like tornadoes. At that time I never associated bees and the sweet stuff they naturally produce.
The notion that bees are vicious insects that bite was as common to us villagers as were stray dogs and wild animals.
Ten years later (now a teenager) I was writing stories and poems and one was about the fierceness of bees. I was, by then, aware that bees made honey and that honey was good for you. However, the idea that they were dangerous could maim even kill, dominated social values.