Recently, I found myself in an ambush, facing something akin to a Spanish Inquisition. I had attended the wedding of a friend’s daughter in London. There I met some old Nigerian friends, some based in Nigeria, who I hadn’t seen for several years. We exchanged pleasantries and banters. Then, one of them said: “I read often your newspaper column; why are you always critical of President Tinubu?” He said, being resident in the UK, I was detached from the reality in Nigeria and couldn’t recognise the “great things” Tinubu was doing. The others agreed, and said Tinubu was “really transforming Nigeria.” He’s Nigeria’s “saviour”, they claimed.