<?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"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2026 05:44:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@olumide15/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Seat by the Window]]></title><description><![CDATA[I started seeing her every morning at 6:20 a.m. Always the third row, right side, by the window. Always with a book she never read. Just held it, stared outside like she was waiting for something—or someone.]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@olumide15/the-seat-by-the-window</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@olumide15/the-seat-by-the-window</guid><category><![CDATA[storytelling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[olumide15]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2025 19:30:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Girl on the Third Floor]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wasn’t looking for love. I just wanted peace. Lagos had shown me pepper — landlords, traffic, and that one roommate who borrowed my boxers without asking. ​ So when I got the chance to move into a]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@olumide15/the-girl-on-the-third-floor</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@olumide15/the-girl-on-the-third-floor</guid><category><![CDATA[storytelling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[olumide15]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2025 20:55:06 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>