Beyoncé’s Lemonade: The Visual Diary Of So Many Black Women

Lemonade | Beyoncé

Lemonade | Beyoncé

Listening to ‘Lemonade’ for the first time, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’d been highly disappointed by her previous body of work on her self-titled album ‘BEYONCE‘, so I tuned into Lemonade with much skepticism.

I was pleasantly surprised. At last I felt that we had caught a glimpse of the actual woman behind Beyoncé. Not in her state of performance – picture perfect and well poised. But she allowed us a small glimpse into the true pieces of herself for us to ponder and think on.

From infidelity to desperation, anger to reconciliation, we see Beyoncé battling the inner turmoil of so many women who’ve experienced the infidelities of their loved ones.

Fascinating enough, she ends the album off with a glimmer of hope. That all is not lost. Many women who have been in a similar position would understand. When you’re bent on walking away from a marriage but somehow you still have fight left in you and are committed to your marriage beyond what you thought you could tolerate.

The ugly truth is what she relays on this album – whether or not this truth belongs to her and Jay Z. It has resonated with so many. It is the story of our mothers, aunts, sisters, friends and so many women before us, amongst us and our daughters to come.

The first half of the movie was uncomfortable for me. There were no holds barred and it was a true testament to the genius in this body of work. She speaks a truth so bluntly and boldly, a truth that so many of us can resonate with. There is so much power in that.

Media and manics alike have been bent on watering down this body of work as a pure marketing stunt or about figuring out who ‘the other woman’ is. It was inevitable that many would think this way, and I don’t doubt that Beyoncé wasn’t aware. But at the heart of it are tales and testaments that we can all resonate so deeply with.

Ijeoma Oluo’s article in the Guardian put it so well. There is so much value that can be derived and the story of the black woman is being relayed as has never been before.

Forget Piers Morgan. Forget Rachel Roy / Rita Ora or whomever else the other woman can be. Forget the publicity stunt for just a moment. Forget the ‘angry black woman’ stereotype for just a second. I am not even asking you to delve into the visual excellence that was accomplished in this movie. No. I believe the focus should be on the fact that there is a lesson and meaning to be drawn from ‘Lemonade’. Can we acknowledge that and what it means to the many women who’ve had to draw strength from the deserts and dried up wells of their lives after hurt, loss, betrayal, pain and so much more. The women who have managed to pick themselves up and carry on.

A corny title it may seem but truly, when life gives you lemons the best thing you can do for you and your loved ones is to make you summa that lemonade.

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How My Instagram Feed Brought Me Back To God

Lately, I realised that something in my life was missing. Something was amiss and I’d lost the sparkle that lighted my days. Sometimes minuscule but always there.

Kid Cudi wrote a song about it. Isn’t that what most people want at the end of the day? Happiness. I thought that was what I too desired, but I recalled reading somewhere that:

Reality – Expectations = Happiness

Well, we all know living a life dependent on this equation will probably result in much unhappiness. Happiness is but a fleeting emotion.

So no, that couldn’t be it. I knew I wanted to be content and at peace in my life no matter what may come my way. I thirsted for “the peace that passes all understanding”, and I knew that it is something I needed to pray for and meditate on. A long journey that I wanted to embark on.

In the midst of this, I wondered what it is I could do to bring that sparkle back into my life? What had gone missing and how could I find it?

As I glanced at my Instagram feed, it clicked. My posts were no longer filled with glints of random inspiration that I found along my journey on a daily basis. I stopped liking myself so much so that I privatised my account. I was ashamed for the world to see my page because I had lost pieces of me. Instagram has always been a place for me to share the beauty that God tucks away in little corners to be discovered just by me; or paints boldly across landscapes and skylines for me to draw peace from & know “God’s got me”. And I let that slip away.

So I am embarking on a journey, a challenge for myself to get back to finding these treasures and I’ll be sharing my journey as I go. Gulp. Please do join me as I pursue inspiration, not happiness.

Photo Cred: Pinterest

Photo Cred: Pinterest