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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.




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