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There's more to my talent - Seun Kobbe

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My name is Olatosi Adekolu Oluwaseun, also known as Oluwaseun. I was born into a family of five, in Ebutte Metta area of Lagos but I hail from Ondo state. My primary and a better part of my secondary education were in Owo, Ondo state. I attended St. John/Mary Unity Secondary school in owo, the the Fountain Comprehensive Secondary school, Ota in Ogun state. I graduated this year from Babcock University, Ogun state where I studied International Law and Diplomacy
I started music since I was in secondary school but my Mum did not want it then so I had to chill till I gained admission into the University. So officially, I started in 2011. I released my first single, Olele featuring Olamide, in August 2012. I have been privileged to work with foremost Nigerian artistes like Patoranking, Davido, Olamide, Terry G, Oritsefemi and a lot more. Initially, I loved singing. It was a thing of joy to me to just sing. But as I grew, I discovered there was more to me and my love for singing. The commercial and business part of it came to mind and I decided to kick start my career. My Dad, however is my major inspiration. 
I am currently not signed to any record label but I am under Oritsefemi's MSN Gang. With hard work and God's grace, I see myself in a quite comfortable position at the top in years to come. 
My stage name is Oluwaseun but my catch name is 'Kobbe', which simply means 'clear road', 'excuse me' or 'give me chance' as anyone might want to take it. I just use that to stand out since my stage name is my real name. It is just to differentiate me from any other 'Oluwaseun' you know. Olamide YBNL actually advised me to use my real name as my stage name as I was formerly known as SBZ. 
For leisure, I play games especially football. But mostly, I chat with people and write new stuffs. To every young person out there, my advice is simple. Be focused. You know what you want. Don't stop till what you do makes you professional in your chosen line of career. 
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  1. oloksy20 August 2015 at 15:38

    Hahahahaha nice one

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  2. Anonymous21 August 2015 at 07:25

    Like... who's this guy? And why are we reading his story?

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