“How Desperate Do You Have to Be?” — Man Gets 19 Years for Robbing a Pregnant Woman in Ho
— A crime that shook me more than I expected, and a sentence that made me wonder about justice, choices, and who we’re becoming as a people.
-I was scrolling through Facebook, half-awake, half-annoyed at the usual noise on my feed, when I saw the headline:
> “Man jailed 19 years for robbing pregnant woman in Ho.”
At first, I just scrolled past. Honestly, I’ve become a little numb to these stories. Robbery here. Car snatching there. But something about pregnant woman and 19 years made me stop and go back.
Because — wow.
I don’t know her. I don’t know him. But somehow this story felt personal.
-A Moment I Can’t Shake
When I was about 16, I saw a woman get her bag snatched at a lorry station. She screamed. People chased. The guy got away. What stuck with me wasn’t her scream — it was her belly. She was very pregnant, clutching herself as she cried.
She kept whispering something like: “My papers… my hospital papers…”
And I thought about her when I read this story.
Because in Ho, just days ago, a man attacked a pregnant woman and took her belongings — her bag, her phone, her money, her peace of mind.
He was caught. Tried. And now he’s going to spend 19 years in prison.
-In My Experience…
Here’s what I’ve noticed lately:
People are scared. Desperate. Broke.
And that desperation is starting to look like violence.
Not just in Ho — everywhere.
Robbing a pregnant woman? That’s not just about stealing. That’s about not caring anymore. About being so angry at the world, so hungry, so tired, that you forget the humanity of the person standing in front of you.
I’m not making excuses for him. Not at all.
But I think about how a person gets to that point.
And I also think about what kind of society we are when the best answer we have is simply: Lock him up for 19 years and move on.
-Justice or Something Else?
Don’t get me wrong — 19 years feels… right. Or at least necessary.
You can’t just terrorize a vulnerable woman and expect a slap on the wrist. Actions have consequences.
But at the same time, part of me wonders:
What happens when he comes out?
What happens to his family now?
And what are we doing — really doing — to make sure fewer people feel so cornered that they choose this path?
Because if you’ve walked through town lately, you know: this kind of thing is happening more. Not less.
-Everyday Moments We Don’t See
The pregnant woman — she’s the one I keep picturing.
Her heart racing. Her baby kicking from all the stress. Her wondering if she should even keep going to antenatal. Her phone gone, her money gone, her trust gone.
And then the man. Behind bars now.
I wonder if he regrets it. If he thinks about her. If he wishes he could go back. Or if he still blames the system, the world, everyone but himself.
Final Thought
When I closed my phone that morning, I just sat there. Thinking.
And maybe you’ll think about this too:
How desperate do you have to be to rob a pregnant woman?
And how broken does a society have to be to keep producing people who think that’s okay?
Maybe we should stop scrolling past these stories like they’re just headlines.
Because they’re warnings.
About all of us.