Podcast Episode: Good afternoon ๐ŸŒž

Pip: Sometimes a blog post is an essay, sometimes it's a meditation, and sometimes it's a TikTok link dropped into the afternoon like a sunbeam through a window.

Mara: Rosina Akinola's latest is exactly that โ€” a small, direct share that fits the mood of the moment. Let's start with the afternoon itself.

Good afternoon ๐ŸŒž

Pip: There's something worth paying attention to when a post strips everything back to just a title and a link. What is the post saying by saying almost nothing?

Mara: The post is built around a TikTok share, and the title does the framing: "Good afternoon." That's the whole editorial statement โ€” a greeting, a mood, a moment handed to the reader.

Pip: Which is actually a complete thought. The afternoon is the context, the TikTok is the content, and the title is the welcome mat.

Mara: It's a format that trusts the reader to follow the thread. The link points to a TikTok at http://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT92psGt813MM-pdi4U โ€” no caption, no commentary layered on top.

Pip: So the curation is the writing. Choosing what to share, and when, is its own kind of editorial voice.

Mara: That's a real point. The time of day in the title isn't incidental โ€” "good afternoon" positions the post as something meant to be encountered mid-day, in the drift between tasks, not as a headline or a how-to.

Pip: It's the blog equivalent of a friend texting you a video with zero context, and somehow that's exactly right.

Mara: The brevity is doing deliberate work. There's no pressure on the reader to extract a lesson or finish a thread. It's an open door rather than an argument.

Pip: And in a feed full of content demanding your full attention and three follow-up clicks, that restraint lands differently than it might have a few years ago.

Mara: The post sits comfortably in that space โ€” a small, unhurried offering that matches its own title in tone and length.


Pip: A good afternoon, delivered in under ten words. There's discipline in that.

Mara: Sometimes the mood is the message. More from this corner of the internet next time.

Published by Rosina Akinola

Supernatural Woman, Rosina Akinola is the founder of Save Our Families Incorporated non-profit organization for families who have lost loved ones due to violence. We are taking back our joy, by the Blood of Jesus. My oldest son Sidney Maurice Jackson Jr. was robbed and murdered on November 21, 2015. He was 19 years old, 6 months away for getting his Associates Degree in Business Management. He was also a new father, who was gunned down one day before his son Jaiden turned one month old November 22, 2015. Sidney was taken from us two days before my 37th birthday November 23rd. Sidney made one bad choice, which, cost him his life. I didnโ€™t find out until he was dead and gone. And by that time it was too late and I didnโ€™t want to hear it. Knoxville, Tennessee is a small city that is dying slowly. This city has lost so many young men and women due to senseless violence. There are so many families hurting as a whole. No one ever realizes that the mothers arenโ€™t the only ones hurting. The Fathers, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends hurt as well. But, everyone grieves differently, because of their own personal relationship with the deceased loved one. But, most of all our youth hurt the most. They do not know how to handle grief at all. Weโ€™ve got to be more careful, when it comes to them. They will become severely depressed right in front of your eyes without you knowing it. How can I say this? Well, itโ€™s because it happened to me. I was so wrapped up in the loss of Sidney, two months to the date January 21, 2016 I almost lost my only daughter to suicide. I had to learn the hard way. Iโ€™m trying to prevent other families, from experiencing the same things my family has experienced. I want to be the voice for the mothers who are hurting too badly to SPEAK UP and SPEAK OUT. Iโ€™m trying to help families stay together and support each other. So, many families fall apart after the loss of a family member, especially a child. The Lord is my strengthโ€ฆ

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