Habiba 's Secret

My name is Habiba, Habiba Manon Fall. My last name is Dumont. I am of French nationality but I married a Senegalese: Ismaël Fall. I am the director of human resources at a major state television channel. In addition to that, I am the representative of family businesses based here in Senegal. I make a pretty good living. I have a salary of a million and my parents always offer to help me financially. I met Ismaël when I had just obtained my License. We met in Senegal. I was there on vacation with my best friend. Safy and I started our course together and we really liked each other from the first year. She is Senegalese by father and French by mother. She's a mixed race! I have two friends in my college town. Safy is my sister from another mother. I thank God for the love she gives me. She is loyal love and Safy is a loyal friend. She is always there for me and me for her. We celebrate our friendship every tenth of the month of December. And you know what ? I live with his kidney. She didn't hesitate a single second for the operation. Eternity will be too short to thank her. My second friend is a Cameroonian. Her name is Manuella Ntep. We're not that close like with Safy, but I like her a lot. Manuella is of humble origin. I have the impression that she often thinks that she is below the level of our friendship. Friendship doesn't need a social level. It was difficult for her to be comfortable with me. Several times I had to pay her rent without her knowing. I was helping her indirectly and she still doesn't know it. Manuella is the perfect example of a selfless friendship. One day she was going into debt to give me a gold bracelet. According to her, I should get the gift I deserved. I ended her debt through her boyfriend. I will never forget this magnificent gesture. I still have this bracelet around my wrist and I promised Manuella never to take it off. Manuella is a very beautiful African. She has a lot of curves and she is very popular. But she is a faithful woman and with a lot of principle. I wanted at all costs to know this fascinating country; this Senegal. I suggested that Safy go to Dakar in the summer. She was surprised and she approved of my idea. The first year we went to France and Great Britain. The second in Italy and Great Britain. This year after our license it was decided Senegal. I had my best vacation in Senegal. Ishmael was his family's neighbor. He has been his friend for a long time. Oddly enough, she had never told me about him. Why ? Weird! She resided in a residential area. Ishmael appealed to me immediately; "love at first sight in Dakar". Deep down I immediately knew he was going to be the man of my life. He is the most beautiful man in the world. He is very handsome and to tell the truth he appealed to many young girls in the neighborhood. We got married right after I got my master's degree 2. I got my doctorate in Dakar before I immediately found this job. I went to the biggest universities in the world and I did brilliant studies. My parents always wanted the best of me. I was renting a duplex and had over $ 40,000 a month. A real life! I’m not a spendthrift and save huge amounts of money. My story with Ismaël is the most beautiful love story that exists. It was not my first story but it is by far the most beautiful. It wasn't easy, of course. I had to face a lot of things. Ismaël's neighbor kept threatening me. The one at the end of the street had buried a sort of fetish in the garden. Another gave me a slap in the face. And the last one had consciously knocked me down in front of the entrance to the residence.I especially thank these girls when they brought Ishmael and me closer together. The more they committed his atrocities, the more I had a reason to see where to go to Ishmael's house. He made his statement to me on the island of Gorée. We started dating a week after this sightseeing tour. He went there with the help of my friend Safietou Lô. I had not left him indifferent. All of these complaints and visits have served a purpose. I left Senegal but now knew I would be back for a good reason. Honestly, I haven't had a lot of love affair. I just knew three men. At my age this may surprise you. For me, dating a guy wasn't that important. I had my daddy who gave me everything: love, care, security, compassion, tenderness, comfort, relief, money, gifts etc. All I expected from a man or all I could expect from a man was a child. So I waited until I was ready to start a family before I started any relationship. But I always wanted to have my baby with the man in my life. I wanted to start a family. For me a child is a life. A child really needs a family, a home and above all his parents. Ishmael is the perfect man and the husband that every young girl dreams of. He is the best man, friend and husband. He also protects me. Every year we celebrate our wedding anniversary as it should be. We both celebrate it in perfect privacy. It is also an opportunity for us to delve into the past and especially for me to think about all that I went through to have my husband. I love him so much ! I love my husband very much. I will be faithful to him all my life. Today I am the happiest woman in the world because I just found out that I am carrying a baby in my womb. I had some trouble getting pregnant but after two long years I will finally be a mom. Yes ! I will be a mom. I refused to hire a surrogate mother. I wanted to carry my baby myself. I didn't want IVF. I want to get pregnant naturally. I was not sterile and neither was Ishmael. I had asked Ishmael to be patient; I would indeed give him a child. Do you want to know where my problem came from? Psychological !! I had psychological infertility. I had i*********e with Ishmael the day before my trip. I got pregnant after this wonderful night. I was so stressed out. I was afraid of how Ishmael would react to this situation. This stress resulted in the miscarriage. Safy had already announced this to Ishmael. He then called me to tell me not to worry anymore, that he will always be there for me and that he is very happy with the news. Unfortunately I had to tell him that I had lost the baby. I immediately felt his sadness over the phone. I haven't stopped moping. So I had lost self-esteem. My guilt was great and my image of myself was deteriorating. I then considered that I was different from others and that my body was not functioning normally. All this was told to me by my psychologist. Obviously I had never spoken of how I felt with Ishmael. I am now looking forward to my child. The idea scares me a bit, but hey, I'm already well enough prepared. I decided not to give birth with the epidural. My midwife tried to convince me but I was adamant. I want to live every magical moment of this wonderful phenomenon. She was hired by Ismaël and she is at my disposal 24 hours a day. She is a Senegalese woman with an ebony complexion; Astou Sarr. She is not only a midwife to me but also a friend. I talk to him freely about all my concerns. Sometimes I call her without really telling her anything important or just to ask her for a pot of yogurt or if I can take a lukewarm bath. I remember once calling her on an emergency call just for strawberry ice cream and cookies. I am an exceptional patient. I annoy him all the time. I am very capricious. She is already impatient with my delivery. My husband is not always there with me. Honestly this trip suits him too. I often ask him to go get me a bamboo from China in China. He is a businessman and hyper mega ultra happy with the news. He's already the best dad in the world. From a distance he takes royal care of me. My parents are very happy to be grandparents. They call me every three hours. You may be wondering where my first name Habiba comes from being a French girl, neither do I know. It’s quite a mystery. But I am convinced that behind my first name hides a story. But which ? I come from a family of three children. I am the first born, then Stephen and finally Maya. We meet every vacation in France with our parents. It must be said my parents love me very much. I don't mean that they don't love their other children, on the contrary our parents are the very definition of parental love. But especially to me, they show me a lot of love and a strong affection. I am their greatest treasure and an egg in their eyes. At first I thought I was adopted, but no I look like my mom, my dad and a lot more like my paternal grandmother. She's the best granny in the world. With grandma, daddy's mom, we played a lot together, we always wore the same loincloth model and we love each other a lot. This is my second mom! She is also a second mom to mom. Granny loves mom very much. She consoles her and hugs her tightly when she is sad. I always wanted to have a mother-in-law as a grandmother. She lives in Great Britain and I never miss going there for my vacation. These vacations surely I will not go, I will already be at an end. But she promised to be with me that day. Grandfather is not very affectionate and sometimes repulsive. This is his nature! Grandma always tells me he never let go of me for a second when I was a baby. She also told me that he always has a picture of the two of us in his wallet. I love her so much! She has already booked her plane ticket and packed the baby's package. We have this exceptional bond that I cannot explain with my grandparents. Today Ishmael called me. I haven't heard from him for three days. He told me to be there in a month. A month ! This is too much. I miss my husband so much! We've never been apart for so long. I am going to the hospital today for my last ultrasound. I am pregnant with a girl by the way; a beautiful princess. I always knew she was a girl deep inside me. Ishmael always wanted a girl as his first child as well. He wants to give her entirely her mother's name: Mame Diarra Ngom. I find no problem with that. Ishmael’s mom is a real mother to me too. She's the one who takes care of me here and she does it with so much affection. She accepted me so easily and loved me the first day. She had a daughter Habiba but unfortunately she died when she was fifteen. She often calls me "my daughter, my daughter". Otherwise it is ‘’ Habibi ’. She currently has two sons. I did not know her second child Amir. We don't talk about him in the family. It’s a real mystery! Ishmael asked me several times not to mention his name in front of Mom. She lives in Saint-Louis. Honestly, I have the best mother-in-law in the world. This is basically Habiba's life. Today Ishmael called me. I haven't heard from him for three days. He told me to be there in a month. A month ! This is too much. I miss my husband so much! We've never been apart for so long. I am going to the hospital today for my last ultrasound. I am pregnant with a girl by the way; a beautiful princess. I always knew she was a girl deep inside me. Ishmael always wanted a girl as his first child as well. He wants to give her entirely her mother's name: Mame Diarra Ngom. I find no problem with that. Ishmael’s mom is a real mother to me too. She's the one who takes care of me here and she does it with so much affection. She accepted me so easily and loved me the first day. She had a daughter Habiba but unfortunately she died when she was fifteen. She often calls me "my daughter, my daughter". Otherwise it is ‘’ Habibi ’. She currently has two sons. I did not know her second child Amir. We don't talk about him in the family. It’s a real mystery! Ishmael asked me several times not to mention his name in front of Mom. She lives in Saint-Louis. Honestly, I have the best mother-in-law in the world. This is basically Habiba's life.