Who we are: Disability Support Uganda Uganda
Our primary focus is to assist PWDs and their families achieve economic self reliance through inclusive education, basic health care, cultural and sports participation, and low capital income generating activities that take advantage of tax incentives.
You might hide and put your head in the sand, but it does not stop me to see you.
ReplyDeletePeter Smith will be freed from this soft hands of death. Yes, I will find you and judge you by the law, Miss Jacqueline Molly Atugonza. You took my life from me. You tried to intrude to my life and become my friend. Oh, yes, stupid naive Ksusha \Oksana\ wouldn't mind if pretty Jaqi steals her husband, would she? She is so disabled, poor soul, she even can't feed herself with a spoon and fork She will probably die after two months without Peter.
That what your thoughts were? But you were wrong, Jaqi. Very wrong. You won't go to steal anymore See less
GYEBALE KO BASSEBO NE BANNYABO,
ReplyDeleteMy name is Oksana Smith, I am a disabled artist from Russia.
I am trying to find my missing husband.
About missing Peter Donald Smith
Name: Peter Donald Smith
Date of birth: 12.06.1957
Address in New Zealand: 1\5 Eyre Street, Henderson, Auckland.
Phone number: +6421652137
British Passport number: 652187348 (expired 05.09.2019)
NZ Passport number: LN926699 (expired 15.04.2018)
Address in Moscow: 15-195, Kuusinena Street.
Address of Peter’s Mother Joyce Smith: 39 Woodside Court Road, Croydon, London, Surrey, UK
Story
We met on the Internet in 2005. The first time he visited me in 2007. We started to live and travel together. We’ve been in Egypt (2007), spent six months in England living in Peter’s mum house and travelling with her around the countryside and English ancient cities (2008), and then we went around Australia by car (2009).
Our relationship was very strong, trustful and loving.
Peter was a responsible, kind, funny, remarkably clever and witty man.
Since June 2009 until May 2012 we lived separately because I couldn’t get a visa for New Zealand on Medical grounds. He worked at ABI Rehabilitation in Ranui, Auckland as a Registered Nurse during that time. He spent every summer’s holiday with me in Moscow. On 23rd July 2010, we got married.
Eventually, in 2012 he decided to come to Moscow and live with me. I am disabled and he was not only my husband but my caregiver.
He worked distantly in Russia. But since 2015 his job wasn’t frequent enough.
So we kept trying to get New Zealand’s Resident Visa for me.
During our marriage in 2011, he bought a house in Auckland (address above) and wrote a Will on my name. It was mentioned in NZIPT 203253 Visa Tribunal Trial as strong evidence of our good relationship.
However, 12th September 2016 I’ve been refused entry.
Since the middle of June 2016, he started to write a blog about an organization called Disability Support Uganda.
On 20th April 2017, he left Moscow for one month holiday and went to Uganda to help this organization with Disability Talent Festival.
After this point, my information about him became so confusing. His attitude towards me changed completely. He always was loving and caring, but now he didn’t care about anything. He wrote strange messages on my Facebook.
On 1st May 2017, he wrote that he’ll never come back, but the style of his message was cruel, cold and mocking. I am not even sure it was him.
Once he sent me a video, where he was like a drunk.
Since then he wrote scarcely and inconsistently. He barely cared about my situation. He didn’t help me financially, except for debt to the third party.
He paid this debt through my mother. Last payment was from 7th February 2018 and then last his massage was from 17th March 2018. He said that he’s renewing his Nursing License at Otago University in Dunedin and will return next year. It didn’t make any sense at all. Return where? Return to Auckland or to Moscow?
I had a lot of rumours about him through Facebook.
Somebody wrote that he was robbed and put on drugs, somebody told me about the family of President of Disability Support Uganda, Jacquelline Atugonza, who holding him and washing his brain under cover of Ugandan Police. But I can neither prove it nor deny it.
I tried to find him. I wrote to Russian Police, Interpol and British Commissioner in Uganda Peter West. But nothing happened. I don’t know whether he alive or not.
I’d like;
1. Find my husband and established that he is alive.
2. Find out that he is really sane and not under control by drugs or illness.
3. Make an agreement about settlement, divorce and care for me and my sick parents.