HONEY IS SWEET, MY LOVE…

HONEY IS SWEET, MY LOVE, BUT NOT AS SWEET AS YOU

No honey is as delicious as those from the African killer bees.

The kinds of honey from the African killer bees are to die for.

They are, precisely, worthy of dying for.

If you are a honey connoisseur, once you taste the African killer bee honey, your palate will store the memory forever, and there is no going back.

This morning I made some Ògì that is absolutely intoxicating: it is thick, full-bodied, robust and dense, leaving a healthy tang of fermentation on the tongue.

I added some African killer bee honey from Oyo, and I tasted the mixture: it is an orgasmic flavor. I touched heaven: I now know why the African bees are called “killer bees”—they are trying to protect their honey.

I sampled lots of local kinds of honey from North America but nothing around here remotely compares to honey produced by the African killer bees in Oyo, Nigeria.

Some Brazilian bee scientist, Warwick Kerr, began crossbreeding an Italian bee variety with the African killer bees. One of his scientists accidentally released the crossbreed into the wild. The hybrids, which invaded the United States via Texas, have now spread widely all over the United States, wildly breeding with all forms of bees in sight, turning them into the aggressive Africanized killer bees. The honey from these Africanized American killer bees are sweet, and the bees breed rapidly.

But the honey from the Africanized American killer bees is not remotely as sweet as that from the African continent, the one in my Ògì this morning.

(–On your birthday)