I was allowed to stand a few meters from the hive, watching in awe how he lit his pipe and gently blew the smoke into the hive’s entrance. The bees moved away from the glistering honeycombs, Oupa then removed the comb with precision with a long knife, that night we ate honey at candlelight. It was unforgettable and my most cherished memory of them, also the first spark that ignited the Beeman’s career!