A long time ago in the village of Ipetumodu, there lived a poor woman. This woman was so poor that she did not have any soup for her eba. Across the street from this poor woman lived another woman who cooked egusi soup every day.
One day, as the poor woman was sitting down to her only meal for the entire day, a small bowl of eba, the aroma from her neighbour's cooking wafted down through her window.