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Multi Kuti: The Interview

Hello guys! How have you been? Y'all remember Oluwaloseyi Olusanya of Multi Kuti? Well, I had a little chat with him on his business, what motivates him and why he chose that line of entrepreneurship. Enjoy!

Q: Could you tell us more about yourself?

A:  My name is Oluwaloseyi Olusanya. I'm in my 2nd year at babcock University and I am studying International Law and Diplomacy.

Q: How was growing up like? Was either parent an entrepreneur?


A: Well growing up was fun as a child I was fotten encouraged to utilize my talent and also was encouraged to be creative in what ever aspect music, art, etc. But growing up my dad was and still is an independent business man so I think I picked one or two things from him.

Q: What inspired you to venture into entrepreneurship and why did you choose this particular type of business?
A: What inspired me? Well looking at most African designers they are all into promotion of the African culture through the use of traditional fabrics so I thought to my self aside from clothing what else could traditional fabric be applied to? Then the thought of nap sacks came to mind giving it a new and more original look with the use of traditional fabric so I pitched the idea to some friends. One thing lead to another, got some monetary support and multi kuti was formed.

Q:Where do you see yourself in the next 5 years?
A: In the next five years I see my self employed, financially stable and a promising business man. Also a certified diplomat if I may add.

Q: Any limitation(s) experienced so far?
A: The only limitation I face is the same as every new business or enterprise which is recognition and acknowledgment

Q: Do your parents support this?

A: Yes my parents are in full support of what I'm doing

Q: How does your course relate to your business line? How do you intend to integrate the two?

A: Relationship between my course of study and what I do? I am studying international law and diplomacy and well what I do I am trying to promote the Nigerian culture in a different and artistic format. In other words culture and diplomacy are inter twined.

Q: What do you do for leisure?

A: I spend time thinking, hanging out and interacting with friends and at times play board games

Q: Final words

A: Well I encourage all those who posses talents in whatsoever, artist or not, to express those talents and also parents should be very supportive of their kids.


Contact Seyi here; 08103090645,08088541114 or by email oluwalosey79@gmail.com / pitanolusanya@yahoo.com for bookings and enquiries.


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