Mike Tee

I am a police officer or rather say, I was a police officer. I didn’t join the force because I needed a job, I did because I believed that justice was sacred. My father is a successful businessman, I could have been comfortable living my life but I wanted to make a difference and to wear the uniform with pride, not to stain it with corruption. I refused bribes, even when they mocked me and called me “Mr. Holy,” and said I will not survive in the police force, I stayed. All these, I stood my ground, ironed my uniform every morning and I told myself that integrity was not enough, or so I thought.
Here is the real story. I exposed a senior officer who was involved in extortion, little did I know that that he is not alone, there were other senior officers involved. The next week, I was in handcuffs, framed for the same crime I exposed. They said if I confessed, I’d be free in two years, they said I was the mastermind of it and that I kidnapped their family members, forced them to sign off on it. My wife brought divorce papers to the cell for me to sign, my father never came around, my mother, she came only once in two years but she refused to look at me in the eyes.
Two years later, I walked out of prison, free but not innocent. The whole world had moved on and I was the villain. I didn’t know where to go to, nothing to return to. Now, I sit down here wondering if I should forgive or become the terror of the state which crucified me, the righteous? My crime was integrity and the justice served for me has grown to make me a rebel.

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