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Multi Kuti: The New Face of Entrepreneurship

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Meet Oluwaloseyi Olusanya, a 200 level International Law and Diplomacy student of Babcock University, Ilishan Remo, Ogun state. Inspired by the need to be creative, the uniqueness of the Ankara fabric and the Nigerian culture, Seyi ventured into Nap Sack Bags which today has gained nationwide recognition under the brand name, Multi Kuti.

 The bags are created with African Fabrics (Ankara especially) and are designed aesthetically for students in Universities across the country. The bags are also up for international purchase.

Exclusive interview coming up soon.
For booking and inquiries, do send a mail to pitanolusanya@yahoo.com or oluwaloseyi79@gmail.com. 
Photo Credit: Olupitan Olusanya Photography (olupitanphotography.wordpress.com)




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  1. Anonymous7 August 2025 at 06:04

    thanks

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  2. Anonymous7 August 2025 at 11:42

    Multi Kuti's fresh take on entrepreneurship is exciting and full of potential. As new entrepreneurs navigate uncharted territory, an Entrepreneurship Management Training Program equips them with strategic, financial, and leadership tools to innovate responsibly while staying grounded in proven business frameworks.

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