Funsho Install, The Brain Behind Just Swanky Clothing

Background

My name is Funsho Adewale, better known as Funsho Install. I am a student of Babcock University, Ilishan Remo, Ogun State. I am in my final year, studying International Law and Diplomacy. I grew up in Mushin area of Lagos state. Childhood was not all perfect but we thank the Lord. Time changed, I learnt the hard way.

Business Inspiration
I am a short guy and I wanted to be relevant. So I started something small to get people's attention. I am giving hope to short guys in a way. You know, girls like tall boys but I noticed if you are short and rich, girls would still come running. I however did not start my business because I wanted girls to come after me. The truth is, if you put a girl or lady before your career or business, one can never be successful.

Parental Model
Both parents own businesses. I more like took after them, so to say.

Motivation
God first, focus on the career then every other thing next. No business is easy. My destination is my motivation. I know what I want so I will not give up now. I basically also work alone but I am gradually building my team.

Capital and Entrepreneurship
Capital? Well, capital is needed but I started with my pocket money and I am still growing.

Role Model(s)
I really don't have a particular role model, but if you do your business right and clean, I respect you. On the other side however, I respect Wizkid. He motivates me a lot.

Advice
Start small, stay focuses and pray

Leisure
I record songs and play basketball. Olufunsho by Funsho Install is out. LockUp is also ready for release.

Comments

Dear Friend,

On this day last year, I wrote about the buildup of events that led to my dad’s passing. I also said that day started the most chaotic year of my life. I didn’t lie. Today, on the second anniversary of his death, I thought to write to you about grief and how I have dealt with it because, in truth, grief does not leave you; it just gets better. Over the past year, across my social media platforms, I talked a lot about how his death triggered emotions in me that I didn't know existed—new descents into the deep, new levels of highs—anything to get into my emotions or consciously get out of the physically overwhelming feeling that was like a weighted blanket most days. Because I lived quite far from home—up north, to be exact—my guardians broke the news to me at the crack of dawn that Tuesday, and I was broken, as anyone who hears bad news is. I was stumped mostly, but yeah, I was broken. The first person I called was my mom, and on answering the phone, she started to say my oriki , w

2018- So Much For A New Year

December 31st, 2017. The time is 10:15. My Mum, brother and I are waiting for a couple of minutes to pass by before going to the church just beside my house for the annual cross over service into 2018. My Mum’s phone rings. I pick it up and see that it’s my Aunty. ‘Oh she has even called several times. How didn’t we hear?’ I muttered to myself in Yoruba, my native language. I hurriedly make my way to my Mum’s room to give the phone to her. ‘Mummy’, I say softly a couple of times before giving her the phone. ‘Mummy Branco n pe yin ’ Mummy Branco is calling you. Mummy Branco is what we call my Aunty by. Most people know her as my second Mummy, which is very correct. I watch as my Mum answers the call, definitely still sleepy. Her voice and eyes would clear in seconds when I hear her say ‘Ehn!’ in a high pitch. I definitely knew something was wrong. She hurriedly hangs up and shouts that my Aunty’s husband is in the hospital and on life support and we had to leave immediately. I fee

'It has pleased God to call your Dad home'

Photo by Eyasu Etsub on Unsplash 'It has pleased God to call your Dad home'. I went cold. My arms and feet. January 22nd, 2021 I was on my way home from work when my brother called. He asked for our family -read government- hospital card number. It was a very odd question because my dad had retired -as a civil worker- and we no longer used the card for consultation. In fact, we had been told on several occasions that they had taken his card 'off the shelf'. Besides my brother had his own card at the same hospital, being a government staff. So the question was very weird on all fronts. I told him I could not remember the exact number but gave him two or three numbers that came to my head at that time. I asked what the problem was and he said Dad was in the hospital and they needed to get his card for treatment. We hung up and I went home. 6:02PM: My brother sends me a voice note on WhatsApp explaining what h

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