How does a 75GB file become 20GB when zipped ?
And then magically turn back to 75GB again ?
Let’s break the illusion:
- Zip files don’t delete data
- They remove repetition
Example
If a file has:
AAAAAAABBBBBBBCCCCCCC
Zip stores it as:
A x7, B x7, C x7
Less space. Same info.
Most large files have patterns
– Repeated text
– Similar pixels
– Duplicate metadata
– Redundant code blocks
Compression algorithms:
– Find repetition
– Store it once
– Add a map to rebuild it later
That map is why the file can become FULL SIZE again.
Nothing is created. Nothing is lost.
Just reconstructed.
Why some files barely shrink ?
– Videos (already compressed)
– Images like JPG/PNG
– Encrypted files
They have less repetition that leads to less compression.
- Zip isn’t Magic
- Zip is actually smart math + patterns
Data wasn’t reduced.
It was packed efficiently.
Raymond Reddington wouldn’t spend 24 hours in jail if he didn’t want to be there.
And if he chooses to stay?
By day two, he’s not an inmate. He’s the landlord.
The prisoners would fear him. The wardens would consult him. The guards would serve him like they’re on payroll.
Michael Scoffield builds the perfect escape.
But Reddington owns the prison, the guards, the warden… and the guy who designed it.
About four years ago, Abuja almost humbled me.
I had a flat tyre just after Apo Bridge, close to Apo Roundabout. I parked by the roadside to fix it. If you've stayed in Abuja, you know the sun there does not joke. That Abuja sun can roast confidence. Lol.
While battling with the tyre, I noticed a young guy and a lady standing nearby. From body language alone, you could tell they were lovers. They looked like people waiting for a taxi to Nyanya. Normal young couple.
Then a very clean Lexus SUV pulled up. Immediately, my mind said, “Oh, their ride don land. Omo see levels.”
But life had other plans.
The car had a driver. In the back seat sat an elderly man. You know the type. Calm, comfortable, no hurry in life.
The driver called the girl.
She walked to the car. They spoke briefly. Next thing, the girl turned back, walked to the guy she was standing with, hugged him small, like a farewell hug, and without any drama, turned back and entered the Lexus.
The car moved. Just like that keh? Ahhhh.
No shouting. No argument. No explanation.
Bro stood there like NEPA just seized power inside his head. Hands folded. Eyes fixed on the road. Watching the car disappear like a bad dream. You know when Sabinus does that his "pho-to" signature.
After some seconds, he walked up to me and said,
“Sir… you see wetin just happen?”
I said, “Yes. I see am.”
He laughed. That painful laugh. Then he said,
“Na my girlfriend be that oh. 3 years relationship. Na me dey pay her rent. I wan marry her. Old man just carry her go.”
I didn’t know what to say at that point.
As we talked, he opened up. He said he had caught her cheating before. Not once. Twice. But he loved her. He had invested too much. Money, time, emotion. He said he couldn’t allow another man win her from him. That he needs to hustle more. In my head, this guy get sense so?
At that point, I knew advice would be a waste of the hot eba and okra soup I had just eaten from Mama Joshua at Wuse.
When a man is fighting to keep someone who has already left emotionally, whatever he sees, let him take it like that.
What shocked me most was this. The guy was tall. Broad. Looked strong. Very masculine. But inside, he was already finished. Watery beans.
I just told him, “Follow your heart bro.”
I fixed my tyre and left.
This is not fiction. This thing happened.
And the scary part is this. There are many people living this same life quietly. Pretending everything is fine. Marrying people they already lost long before the wedding.
Then tomorrow, they will come online and become marriage experts.
Some men too mumu abeg.
Story Don end.
INALEGWU
Akwai matsalar da a Arewa ba mu addressing ko dan kunya ne ko kuwa sabida maza ne, Allah kadai Ya sani kuma ana shiga hakkin passengers.
Idan yara za suyi aure, haka za a ta wa Amaryar nasiha iri iri, ki lasa nan, ki ciza can, ki gutsura wannan, Ki sha wancan, kiyi wanka da wancan, kiyi hayaki da wannan, ki shafa wancan, duk ta gama shiri kaman wanda za ta yaki.
Shi kuwa Angon shiru kake ji
Ba nasiha
Ba orientation
Ba ruwan shi da training
Ba ya zuwa gym
Ba morning walk
Ba dieting
Ga uban tumbi
Shi ne coke mai sanyi
Shi ne chocolate kaman yaro
Kullum sai ya ci soyayyan chips
A soya mashi plantain
Duk wani harkan zaki da maiko yana ciki
Motarshi ba service gaba daya
Da an hau hanya, engine yayi knock
A bar passenger cikin damuwa
I am not justifying illegal sexual acts, but wasu mazan wallahi su ne genesis.
Ka dauki passenger tun daga kaduna za ku Abuja ka ajiyeshi a Jere junction, ya kake so yayi?
Ga insecurity a hanya
Ba dole ko a keke Napep ya karasa ba?
Wanda ba suda tsoron Allah ai har lift ake basu, a cikin G wagon.
Passengers da yawa fa kunyar complain suke, but we need to do better as men please.
Service your engines for smooth ride.
Hanya ba kyau.
Repent!
In Islam, those actions were never meant to replace the heart; they were meant to train it.
Islam does not say Allah is impressed by movements or numbers. It says He looks at your heart, your intention, your sincerity.
The rituals are not barriers; they are pathways.
You face a direction not because God lives there, but because unity disciplines the soul.
You wash before prayer not because dirt offends God, but because purity calms the heart.
You repeat words not to impress Him, but because remembrance heals forgetfulness.
Islam also says, "Come as you are: broken, tired, uncertain, just don’t stay that way."
The rules were never about control.
They were about connection, structure, and mercy.
Faith isn’t rituals without a heart.
And it isn’t a heart without guidance.
That balance is the beauty of Islam.
Wasu masu kudin na burgeni gaskia
A fika kudi a fika neman lahira
Ka je masallaci sallar asuba ka gansu zaune a sahun gaba sun rigaka zuwa suna ta istighfari.
Ka je umrah ka gansu kullum a masallaci duk da suna zama Hilton, sun barka da selfie a Land premium kana ta updating yan Snapchat.
Suna tuka G-wagon suna jin karatun Al-Qur’ani, kai Kuma kullum hip hop a Honda civic dinka, dole yan matan KASU su san Ka shigo gari.
Su ci mai kyau, su sha mai kyau, su saka mai kyau, su zauna cikin jin daɗi, su auri nagari amma zuciyarsu kullum tana kan neman yardar Ubangiji, ba tare da hayaniya ko nuna wa duniya ba.
Dukiyarsu ba ta rufe musu ido ba.
Kowace ni’ima da Allah ya ba su, ƙara musu imani take yi.
Wallahi wannan ba nasara ta yau da kullum ba ce. Wannan rahama ce ta musamman daga Allah, domin ba kowa ne zai iya cin jarabawar dukiya ba.
Allah Ya sanya mu daga cikin waɗanda ake ba su su yi godiya, a jarrabasu su tsaya da imani, su rayu a duniya amma duniya ba ta rayu a zuciyarsu ba. Ameen.
Quick Question for Clarity on the Tahajjud own.
For an act or belief to be shirk,
it must involve giving to creation something of Allah’s exclusive right
in Rubūbiyyah,
Ulūhiyyah (worship),
or Asmā’ wa Sifāt (divine qualities), then maybe we add Hukumiyyah (legislation).
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Nigeria has finally found its true destiny: not in satellites, not in science, not in industry—but in a big steaming pot of Guinness-certified rice. While other nations are busy cracking nuclear fusion and inventing AI that can write symphonies, our heroes are sweating over bags most likely imported from Thailand and stove made in China, to break the record for “Biggest Cooking of Jellof Rice.”
The government is furious. Not because they hate rice—after all, rice is their official campaign promise and retirement package—but because the cooked rice is being given freely to hungry citizens. And how dare you? How dare you fill the stomachs of the poor when hunger is the government’s number one instrument of policy! If people stop being hungry, who will clap for bags of rice during elections?
Kudos to the 100% Nigerian invented hunger. The crowd cheers as if the discovery of electricity has just happened in Nigeria. “World record!” they scream, as though the rice itself has defeated poverty.
In South Korea, they’re building robots that perform surgery. In Germany, they’re designing cars that drive themselves. In China, they’re building entire cities from scratch in a year. In Nigeria? We are immortalizing the heroic act of “stirring jellof rice.” A nation that cannot produce a single matchstick has just conquered the art of cooking for Guinness glory.
But don’t worry—our leaders will soon arrive, wearing agbadas like parachutes, to cut ribbons, take selfies, and announce that Nigeria is now “a global power in jellof rice cooking.” And the poor, bellies temporarily full, will clap with greasy hands while the government secretly plots the next round of hunger.
Because in Nigeria, science is imported, technology is borrowed, the economy is mortgaged—but hunger? Hunger is the only local content we have perfected
Hey you, yes you, The one that has finished his/her july Salar. I just want to let you know that tomorrow is still july, and August has 31 days,
Yes i am talking to you!
May God Have mercy upon your soul.
One of the most important things that new immigrants and visitors to the uk are not informed and educated about is the UK weather.
For a good part of the year especially towards the end of the year and the first few months (the period called ‘winter’), the clouds are gloomy, the sunlight time is shorter, the darkness is longer, the vitamin D is lower for people and so all of these put together causes depression for the majority of people in uk.
It is medically called “winter depression” or “seasonal affective depression”. It is a medically researched fact of science. You can google it.
It is not “village people”.
It is not a “spiritual attack”.
And it not “demonic activity”.
This is why I always advise people moving from Nigeria to UK, please start taking vitamin d supplements 1,000units daily.
Because unlike Nigeria where there’s a lot of sun and vitamin D in the sun, the uk has less sun time and more darkness time compared to Nigeria. Vitamin D is sold over the counter at any chemist anywhere around you.
Because I can guarantee you that:
You will have low mood. You will get anxiety. You will feel depressed. You will have unexplained body aches. You will feel weak. You will sometimes get pins and needles in your muscles. All of these are signs of vitamin D deficiency and a change of environment.
There’s no need to spiritualise a simple phenomenon that education, awareness and cheap vitamin D supplements can help you eradicate.
Please pass this message on.
You never know whose life you are saving.