Being and Nothingness and Honey

I had been walking though the market today. A market of fish guts, hair salons, fabric, fruit, and fun. I saw all these flys and bees swarming around this one stall and had to check it out. Initially, I thought it would be some sort of bucket that traps insects so people could eat them later, just like the grasshoppers a while ago, but in fact it was just honey. I asked the lady and she opened the honey pot which was also full of bees swimming for their lives. I asked if people eat the bees and she said no, then I asked for 2000 shillings worth of honey. I got a little plastic sac full of honey and one live bee just for good measure. I walked around the market some more and started to feel a little sun stroked, my brain started to slow, eventually I was just standing at an intersection desperation trying to make my dehydrated brain decide whether to turn left or right. Just then and there a man asked me how I was doing. He was at a motorcycle repair shop, so i figured he had nothing monetary to gain by interacting with me. I said it was hot and he asked me to sit down on the bench. I sat there next to him for five minutes not talking, just sitting, just being. It made me think, this is it! This is what I try to achieve while in other places. A state where I can just be with other people, and not engage in an economic transaction, not interview them for information, just be. When I type it here on the blog, it doesn't look as significant as it felt while I was there, but I think there is something significant here. Eventually, one of his friends asked what I was doing with a live bee in a clear plastic sac. I told him it was my guard bee. After a confused look, I explain that if a robber comes to me I will release the bee and then made a gesture with my hand to indicate an angry bee chasing and stinging a robber. The joke spread through out the cycle shop. Just being and joking.