Bimpe, a young Nigerian lady in her late twenties, lived in Lagos and was well known for her beauty and ambition. She had a decent job as a fashion stylist, a strong sense of independence, and a dream of finding true love. Despite her charm, she was single—a fact her family reminded her of every chance they got.
One fateful day, while walking through Balogun Market, she spotted a shop selling wigs. The shop, tucked in a narrow alley, seemed ordinary, but it carried an air of mystery. The shopkeeper, a frail woman with piercing eyes, greeted her. "You have a face for beauty," the woman said, her voice low and melodic. "Let me show you something special."
Bimpe was shown an exquisite wig made of deep, lustrous black hair. It shimmered under the dim light of the shop, almost as if it were alive. "This wig is unique," the woman said. "It will make you stand out, attract what you desire."
Bimpe hesitated at the steep price, but the woman's words lingered. With a laugh, she said, "What's the harm? I deserve a treat." She bought the wig, completely unaware that this decision would alter her life forever.