<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Nigerian Fiction: Drabble]]></title><description><![CDATA[Super short Nigerian stories only a paragraph or two long.]]></description><link>https://www.nigerianfiction.com/s/drabble</link><image><url>https://www.nigerianfiction.com/img/substack.png</url><title>Nigerian Fiction: Drabble</title><link>https://www.nigerianfiction.com/s/drabble</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 06:36:15 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.nigerianfiction.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Nigerian Fiction]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[nigerianfiction@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[nigerianfiction@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Lotanna]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Lotanna]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[nigerianfiction@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[nigerianfiction@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Lotanna]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[Duplicitous Platonicity]]></title><description><![CDATA[Just when you think everything is the way it should be, things start getting complicated.]]></description><link>https://www.nigerianfiction.com/p/duplicitous-platonicity</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.nigerianfiction.com/p/duplicitous-platonicity</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Unclaimed]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:26:00 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn't even like you until I got to know you. Then I used to laugh at you because I found you amusing.</p><p>The jokes you told were funnier when they did not make sense at all.</p><p>Little did I know that I would be laughing with you not because you were funny but because you were so much fun.</p><p>I trusted you when you told me your deepest secrets and then I started loving you without meaning to.</p><p>I would always be happy when you were glad and not when you were sad.</p><p>And now, the joke's on me.</p><div><hr></div><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;mailto:claim@nigerianfiction.com&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Claim Authorship&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:&quot;button-wrapper&quot;}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary button-wrapper" href="mailto:claim@nigerianfiction.com"><span>Claim Authorship</span></a></p><div><hr></div><p> Claim: Originally written by Nigerian Fiction Member 169</p><p> Nigerian Fiction Title 76</p><div data-component-name="FragmentNodeToDOM"></div><div data-component-name="FragmentNodeToDOM"><p></p></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>