CLIP Concert 2025 Delivers Electric Moments and Unforgettable Gospel Fire in Yola

CLIP Concert 2025

The city of Yola, Adamawa State, rarely sleeps when something big is coming. And on April 27th, 2025, it wasn’t just big. It was a spiritual earthquake. The Upperroom Cathedral, a place already known for carrying history in its walls, transformed into something even bigger — a roaring house of praise, energy, and connection as the annual CLIP Concert shook the ground.

When people say an event “changed lives,” they usually mean it lightly. But if you were anywhere near Upperroom Cathedral that day, you would know — CLIP Concert 2025 meant it.
This wasn’t a regular concert where folks sit stiffly, waiting for the next act. No, it was a movement. It was church, carnival, and Holy Spirit fire all tied into one explosion.

The energy kicked off early. By 2 PM, the Red Carpet was already bubbling. People dressed in their finest — gele wrapped tight, agbadas flowing like river water, shoes polished till you could see your face in them. Everyone from pastors, to students, to grannies and toddlers showed up. Nobody wanted to hear second-hand stories. They wanted to see history happen with their own eyes.

And boy, did they get a front-row seat to it.

The main event started at 4 PM sharp — no “African time” nonsense here — and the man behind it all, Sam Kwada, stood proud. A calm smile on his face but an electric storm in his heart. Sam wasn’t just another event organizer. He was the convener, the heartbeat of CLIP Africa, and you could tell he carried the weight with grace and vision. When he spoke, you knew the night was going to be something different.

The performances? Let’s not even pretend. They tore the roof clean off. The roll call of artistes was enough to make any gospel lover scream:

• Bigdelymo
• Brave Diyakoh
• Naomi Abraham
• Khobe
• Judge Isaac
• Autan Zaki
• Beauty Benjamin
• SN Moses
• Abigail Ezekiel

Each of them brought a different flavor. No two performances felt alike. And together, they served a musical buffet so rich, you could feast for a lifetime. Bigdelymo started things off with a bang.
You know those singers that don’t just sing — they command the atmosphere?
That was Bigdelymo. His voice, gritty and powerful, pushed through the cathedral, making every seat vibrate.
Hands shot into the air without anyone needing to be told. It was an explosion of sound, a gospel earthquake, and it set the tone for the entire night.

Then came Brave Diyakoh, young but oh-so-bold. He looked sharp in his suit, but don’t let the smooth look fool you. This brother carried anointing like a hammer.
When he sang, it was like being lifted out of your body, straight into the throne room of heaven. You could hear sniffles across the room — not tears of sadness, but tears of being overwhelmed by pure worship.

Naomi Abraham floated onto the stage next. Her voice wasn’t loud or aggressive. It was soft, yet it sliced through every heart like a blade of glory. When she sang, it felt like a mother’s hug — warm, comforting, and healing. For a few minutes, the entire hall was suspended in a thick cloud of love.

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Just when you thought you had caught your breath, Khobe brought it back up again. A fireball of joy and movement, Khobe had the crowd clapping, shouting, and dancing in the aisles.
Even the sternest ushers couldn’t resist a two-step. The lady has the kind of voice that wakes up sleeping bones, and that’s exactly what she did.

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Judge Isaac was another revelation. Young, sharp, confident. He didn’t just sing; he testified through music. Each word he sang felt like an arrow hitting its target. The youth especially connected with his energy — the kind that made you believe that serving God is not boring; it’s the best party you could ever join.

And then came Autan Zaki. My goodness.  Autan Zaki didn’t just enter the stage — he marched onto it like a warrior. Dressed proudly in his full northern attire, his presence alone commanded respect. The drums started rolling. The audience straightened their backs. Here was a man who was not coming to entertain.
He was coming to declare.

With a booming voice, tribal rhythms, and traditional gospel power, Autan Zaki set the whole place on spiritual fire. He sang in Hausa, mixing it with chants that made the walls sweat.
It wasn’t long before people abandoned their chairs entirely. Mothers, fathers, and young people — all dancing like David before the Ark. Autan Zaki didn’t just perform. He led a battle cry.
By the time he closed his set, people weren’t just clapping. They were roaring, victorious like soldiers after a battle won.

As the night deepened, Beauty Benjamin took the microphone. If Autan Zaki was the hammer, Beauty was the balm. She sang soft melodies that wrapped around the crowd like a cozy blanket.
It was the perfect moment of calm after the mighty storm.

SN Moses brought it right back with wisdom and authority. Every word, every note he delivered carried a weight that only comes from experience and a deep walk with God.
His performance felt like a father talking to his children — firm, but overflowing with love.

Finally, Abigail Ezekiel closed the night in a way nobody expected. Dressed elegantly, with a silver-gray hat perched smartly on her head, she walked to the stage like royalty. And when she sang, it wasn’t just notes coming out of her mouth. It was testimonies. You could feel the years of struggle, victory, faith, and fire poured into every lyric. She left the crowd not just clapping, but reflecting, tears glistening in many eyes.

Throughout the entire night, something rare happened. It wasn’t just a show where singers showed off their talents. It was a deep spiritual gathering where hearts were mended, souls were recharged, and hope was reignited. People didn’t leave the concert saying, “Oh, what a nice performance.” They left saying, “God was here.”

Sam Kwada, watching from the side of the stage, must have felt the biggest pride. This was more than just a dream realized. It was a torch lit that would burn brighter year after year.

By the time the clock ticked close to midnight, the last note faded out, but nobody really wanted to go home. People lingered in the courtyard, taking photos, sharing hugs, laughing with strangers who had become family in just a few hours. Even the tired vendors selling puff puff and zobo outside the cathedral could feel it — something special had been poured into Yola that night.

This wasn’t just another event ticked off the calendar. CLIP Concert 2025 went down in history as the night Yola shook, heaven smiled, and a city danced its way deeper into destiny.

And if you missed it?
Well, you better start planning for next year, because CLIP Africa isn’t just an event anymore.
It’s a movement — and it’s only just getting started.