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WHAT HAPPENED TO MIDNIGHT CREW? 🎤✨

Remember when Midnight Crew absolutely DOMINATED the gospel music scene?
If you grew up listening to "Igwe," "Kene Jesu," and "Surulere," then you know exactly what we're talking about!

Let me take you on a quick journey through their story...

THE BEGINNING

Back in 2001, four incredibly talented vocalists Pat Uwaje-King, Mike Abdul, Odunayo Ojo, and Gbenga Oyebola,came together as students at Yaba College of Technology and created MAGIC! Their unique blend of Afrocentric vibes and contemporary gospel music had us all on our feet. When "Igwe" dropped, it was GAME OVER! They became household names both nationally and internationally.

THE BUMP IN THE ROAD

Fast forward to 2005... just four years in, the group almost called it quits! Can you imagine?
But as they say, "it wasn't a break-up, it was a breakthrough!
God had other plans, and they pushed through

THE BIG DECISION (2013)

After over a decade of making hits together, the members decided to take separate paths.
Each went into their own hiatus to explore individual projects and personal expressions.

Mike Abdul especially went on to create a MASSIVE solo career with his energetic Fuji infused gospel sound that had everyone dancing

THE REUNION & NEW CHAPTER

Here's the beautiful part ,after years apart, they came back together to celebrate their 20th anniversary in 2021.
Instead of just dropping new music which we secretly hoped for ,they did something even MORE meaningful.
They reflected on their incredible journey, shared heartfelt stories about their beginnings, the challenges they faced, and their victories.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Right now, Midnight Crew isn't focused on creating major new projects. Instead, they're concentrating on something even bigger
LEGACY BUILDING! They want to mentor and guide the next generation of gospel musicians and ensure their ministry's impact lasts for generations to come.

And honestly? That's beautiful.

Midnight Crew didn't fade away or have beef
they simply evolved.
They gave us unforgettable music when we needed it most, and now they're pouring back into the industry by raising up new talent. That's what TRUE legends do.
COPIED!!!

SAD 😭 😭 😭 ?? While El-Rufai was the governor of Kaduna State.
There was a blogger like Nagya in Kaduna. Who woke up every day & night cr!tic!ze El-Rufai. He Described El-Rufai as a th!ef

El-Rufai didn't arr£st h!m
But he source for his contact number.

El-Rufai took his phone by himself & call the blogger.

Phone 🤳 🤳 ring
El-Rufai: Sallam alaikum.... Good morning
Blogger: Good morning.... Who am I on to pls?
El-Rufai: My names is Nasir Ahmad El-Rufai
Blogger: Oo Good morning Ur Excellency
El-Rufai: Good morning my brother..... I'm just seeing all Ur posts against my administration & how I have been misappropriated the funds of the state.
Blogger: I'm sorry it is not What u think sir.

El-Rufai: It's nothing, that's a leadership. But can I have time with u in the government house tomorrow to discuss about the issues?
Don't be panic, feel free I mean no harm,
Blogger: No problem Sir. By what time?
El-Rufai: 10am
Blogger: insha Allah I will be there Sir
El-Rufai: I will be expecting u. But are u coming in Ur car or motorcycle? so that the securities should clear u from the gate
Blogger: I will hire tricycle sir
El-Rufai: Send me the number plate of the tricycle on Ur way coming, so I should inform the s .
Blogger: Ok sir

Around 9am in the morning.... The blogger hire a tricycle from his area & headed direct to government house.
The security from the gate clear him, & direct him to the car parking space of the governor.
The ADC to the governor came down & took the blogger direct to the office of the governor. in reaching the office.
El-Rufai: Have u pay the tricycle?
Blogger: No sir

El-Rufai pulled out his drawer & brought out an envelope containing 250k. He gave the blogger to go & settle the tricycle & come back. The blogger received the envelope, & on his way going down, the blogger open the envelope & pulled out 5k in his hand & chucked the remaining envelope inside his boxer. on reaching to the tricycle man, he gave the tricycle man the 5k, the man was so happy for the 5k. & The blogger never noticed there was CCTV camera all round...... El-Rufai was watching him & he never knows.

Before he returned to the off!ce.... ADC called s£curities at the g@te to call back the tricycle m@n. As the blogger went back, El-Rufai Stood up & said can we go down & discuss something? The blogger responded yes sir.

El-Rufai & the blogger went down & surprisingly the blogger saw that the tricycle man is back. El-Rufai ask the tricycle man. How much did he gave u?
The tricycle man responded 5k sir
El-Rufai smile & ask the blogger how much did I gave u to settle the tricycle?

The blogger responded 250k sir. El-Rufai ask where is the remaining money?
The blogger pulled out the envelope from his boxer & gave it back to El-Rufai.
El-Rufai collected the money & gave it to the tricycle man.

El-Rufai: U see life! U are busy calling me thief day & night. Just bcos u are not opportune to be in my position....& U never catch me red handed where I'm st£. But what will u call this ur own which u are catched r£d handed?
Anyway I just call u here to put u into some exams, & if u win, u see that baby jeep parking over there & ₦30M was suppose to be Ur gift as you win the perfection exams. But very unfortunately u failed the exams.
So stop judging others when u aren't yet opportune.
Leave this government house now, u thief El-Rufai said so.
Note: El-Rufai is a very intelligent man.

Moral lesson: if you will criticise, make sure you have a better heart.

A Man Jailed at 13 and Gained Freedom at 60 Shares His Story

- Nasarawa Journalist

"I was 13 years old, living in Maiduguri, the state capital of Borno. After school I used to hawk sugar cane for my father,He was a sugarcane farmer.

I still remember how he would hire a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We’d arrange the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell.

On one fateful day, after school, I was pushing my sugarcane around. The weather was unbearably hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I was looking for shade under a tree to rest.

In the process, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside leading to the garage. I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my conscience wouldn’t let me. So I stood there for 30 minutes, waiting for the owner.

I didn’t know the owner was praying nearby in the mosque inside the park. When he came, I was still holding the broken side light in my hand. I couldn’t speak.

Instead of listening, the man started beating me. People tried to intervene, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close.

He shoved me into his car and drove straight to the police station. That was when I realized he was a police officer. He ordered his men to put me in a cell. They obeyed.

I spent the whole night there. No food, nothing. The only thing we got was bread that was shared among us in the morning.

Around 10am the next day, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?”
A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him there.”
“Who are you to question oga?”

One week passed. Then two. One month. I kept asking myself: Has this man forgotten me? I tried to talk to the officers on duty. No one listened.

I was barely 13yrs. I cried every night, tasting the bitterness of life at such a young age.

After a month, some officers gathered a group of us and took us to court. The court didn’t sit that day. The officer said, “Let’s take them on remand.”

That’s how I ended up in Maiduguri prison. One year passed on remand. I was later drafted to the laundry section.

After two years, I was moved out of Maiduguri. I didn’t even know where until a fellow inmate told me: Bauchi. By then I was 15.

You never know when they’ll transfer you to. One morning they just wake you up, put you in a vehicle, and take you to another state.

From there I was transferred to prisons in the East and West, like someone serving in the force.

My last stop before returning North was Ibadan prison. From there I was taken to Kano State prison. By then I was already 60 years old.

Everyone called me “Baba in the prison” I was well known. But no one believed my story. Behind those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.

God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his 8 years in office. As he walked through the yard, his eyes landed on me.

“Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?”

Tears fell. My heart was swollen, bleeding, empty. After 59 years, someone was finally asking what they should have asked many years ago.

“I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.”

Everyone shouted, prisoners and officials alike. Even the governor wept.

I told him everything. How it happened. How I was moved from prison to prison. Even the condemned armed robbers in shackles were shivering as they listened.

An investigation started. They found out the officer who put me in that cell was now a king — a respected and powerful monarch.

The governor took me in his car, still in my prison uniform. The warders tried to make me change. The governor said no.

When we entered the palace and our eyes met, the monarch lowered his head.
He turned to the governor and asked, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.”

Rich people think money is everything. But money is not everything. He took my youth. He took my future. He took my life. I lost contact with my family. No one to trace. I became like an alien who came into the world alone. No mother, no father, no siblings. Though I had them, someone stole my identity.

He stood up, held my shoulder, and said, “I will marry for you. I will build you a house. I will give you everything you want.”

I replied, “I don’t need a house or a wife. My life is prison, and prison is my life. At this age, what life will fit me? Is it kids? Is it a wife?”

He lowered his head.
I told him, “In this life and the next, I will never forgive you.”

One of his guards in a red babariga tried to whip me with a koboko. They held his hand, and he got the insult of his life.

After my last words, I walked out of the palace to wait for the governor outside.

I was granted amnesty. The governor did everything for me. He even opened a provision shop for me.

I'm 78years old today am alive happy birthday to me 🎂"

Credit: Inside Life

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