On that fateful day, Jacob was cooking red pottage and Easu came back from the farm…
Easu: Bros J, abeg you fit gimme small of that thing weh you dey cook maka your bro go soon faint.
Jacob: seeing how hungry he was responded, “Bros E, you no go like sell that your birthright gimme me? Even if any all the food you want I go give you”
Easu: still inhaling the foods aroma and unable to resist it’s mouth watering look replied, “Chai, Bros look at me nah! Wetin I go carry birthright do if I die?”
Jacob: Bros ehn! No be like that ooo… You no go like swear say you dun give am to me?
Easu: Nwanne I swear… Na you get am!