One evening, after yet another failed date, Bimpe broke down in tears. She prayed fervently, asking God to reveal what was wrong. That night, she had a vivid dream.
In the dream, she saw herself standing in front of the same shop where she bought the wig. The shopkeeper appeared, her eyes glowing red. "You didn't just buy a wig, my dear," she said. "You bought a curse."
Bimpe woke up in a cold sweat. Desperate, she decided to visit her church the next morning.
Pastor Tunde, a gentle but firm man, listened intently as she recounted her story. When she mentioned the wig, his expression changed. "This is no ordinary wig," he said. "It is an instrument of the enemy."
He prayed for her, asking God for guidance. As he laid hands on her, Bimpe suddenly began to hear the wig's voice again.
"Do not expose me! You will regret it!"
The pastor commanded the spirit to reveal itself. The wig fell from her head, writhing on the floor like a living creature.