Hopewell Chin’ono haunted in Rwanda

I posted this picture in February of me with Miss East Africa, who is also Miss Rwanda.
A well-known Zimbabwean Twitter socialite took it, reposted it, and made false accusations against me of rape and sexual abuse. She completely lost her mind and started tagging Rwandese Government Twitter handles, spreading such hate and lies.

She went on to take pictures of me with female friends from my social media platforms, including one with music superstar Rozalla Miller, and accused them of taking pictures with a predator — pure evil stuff.

Nottingham Police had to intervene and wanted to prosecute her for malicious posts and harassment. I had to stop the prosecution because the police said it would also affect her immigration matters. I am not evil.

Another one in Leeds who has been running a three year hatred campaign will soon be called in to produce evidence for everything he has accused me of.

Scarcity and poverty mentality make us hate those who are succeeding. Imagine being hated for having a picture taken with Miss Rwanda/East Africa.
Imagine being hated for winning journalism awards, to the point where a man destroys his own media websites in an attempt to destroy me.
Nowadays, he does not even get a single like on his Twitter posts — people just blue tick his nonsense.

Some Zimbabweans I have met, especially in the diaspora, are not good people at all. Some are jealous, hateful, vindictive, and some are outright evil.

Imagine hating someone so much that you would want them deported using lies. Imagine a man — not a woman — calling a Zimbabwean journalist at the BBC where I used to work, begging, “Please give me any dirt on Hopewell.”

Imagine adults who hate your success so much that they will team up and hold a ten-hour Twitter Space talking about and bashing you with lies, in a country with dilapidated hospitals, jobless youths, terrible roads, no electricity, no clean drinking water and more.

I used to ignore such attacks, but now I have decided to use the law, because we live in a country with the rule of law here in Albion.
Hatred this deep and jealousy this dark are proof that some people would rather burn your life to ashes than light a candle for their own.

When people carry so much bitterness in their hearts, they forget that destroying another person’s name won’t build them a life worth living.

May we never become so consumed by hate and envy that we forget the real fight is to build something better, not to tear each other down pointlessly.

I am sure you have noticed that I post less about my travels or what I am doing. It is because of these evil people who, if I say I am meeting Commonwealth officials in London tomorrow on issues to help our country and its people, they phone the Commonwealth and write emails full of lies using ghost email accounts.

This is the madness you face when your very existence exposes what their small, bitter minds can never become. To Zimbabweans with young kids, teach them to be content with what they have achieved and to work hard if they want more, not to try to destroy others.

Because every time they try to destroy others, they only make those they target rise higher, do more, and become even bigger than before.

Now many of you ask about my family, my family is not made up of journalists, my woman or kids are not journalists, there is no need to expose my family to this kind of toxic community. The sad thing is that all the propaganda they use came from ZANUPF and CIO, they paid a woman during my arrest to say I am a womaniser who also abuses women, they started the fiction about me being a wanted man in Britain and being a fraudster on the run.

Imagine a fraudster on the run who goes on to get British government scholarships to study at British universities and works for British media.
“Heee he has two names, he has three names bla bla bla.” Yet the British government knows that I was once Hopewell Mukusha. It was a name change done legally and recorded in both countries. Mukusha was my great-grandfather and Chin’ono was my grandfather.

But they hate someone so much that you want to get involved in their private family matters. Let us bring a generation of better Zimbabweans.

Adults in a country where citizens walk on top of sewage, yet they are consumed by the professional success of a man who has never worked for government and has never gotten a tender.
Yet after insulting you with lies, they go and clap for Mbingas. They hate people who work for themselves and lionise those who steal from their own people. They are sick in the head!

That is why I love the peace I get when I am with Rwandese people; they appreciate what I do and are proud of my professional achievements. The same happens in South Africa — I meet strangers on the road who thank me for what I do for Zimbabwe.
They are proud to see a Black African journalist who breaks glass ceilings. Instead of hate, they give me love and respect.

I am also proud of Zimbabweans who have helped me in what I do. It is not everyone who has this cruel heart; many are happy to see one of their own flying high.