I wanted to see Buhari in London… THE time was a little before midnight on Friday, May 22, 2015. The place was a small, quiet, almost rural city in the British East Midlands. Apart from a brief stroll to the university library to pay some fines and renew some long over-due school books, and the inevitable cross-over to the nearby Morrisons’ Supermarket to buy a few groceries, I had been sitting up in my apartment all day, and all night, battling with a chapter in a long overdue PhD thesis. Adult education is, indeed, a very difficult thing to do. You can understand why people like me envy people like Professor Pat Utomi – who obtained a PhD at 24. Those who send their children to school bright and early did not make a mistake. When I found that my mind was beginning to wander off the topic of my chapter, “the challenges faced by Nigerian journalists in covering general elections,” I went to the kitchen, unpacked the few groceries I bought at the supermarket and took a co...