In this episode of Global I Am, we sit down with Patrick A. Howell, Bill Huston, Kate Washington, and Max Rodriguez for an open conversation on identity, culture, creativity, and capital. Together, we explore personal experiences, perspectives, and the ways these forces intersect in how we create, build, and move through the world. Nexus' Nicole Hernandez-Colin Executively Produces.

“The Culture, Our Capital”

Global I Am — the Global Independent African Arts Movement — is a cultural, visionary, and capital formation vanguard advancing the creative, narrative, and economic alignment of the African world in a shared humanity.

Born, in significant part, from the traditions, spirit, and legacy of the Harlem Renaissance and the Harlem Book Fair, ‘Global I Am’ (or, ‘I Am Global’) is the next-generation ecosystem and global catalyst of Black cultural capital, connecting artists and entrepreneurs across continents — the U.S., the Caribbean, Africa, Europe, and South America (we are global!) — to harmonize and contribute to a spiritual ecosystem brilliantly aligned with our collective humanity in literature, arts, storytelling, innovation, finance, media, and community wealth.

From music and dance to spoken word, paintings and photography to film, from poetry to novels and screenplays, from diasporic traditions to future economies, this is an energetic and inspired movement; a platform to seed cross-cultural partnerships, elevate underrepresented voices, and expand our collective imagination about the role of capital in powering and shaping a beautifully humane future.

Call to Partnership

We invite each of you — founding and prospective partners — to lend vision, capital and capital formation, voice, and strategic energy as we formalize our council, refine our initiatives, and scale Global I Am into a global energy and institution.

Together, we are building the next renaissance. Together, we are the next renaissance.

Contact globalmarketIQ@gmail.com with comments, suggestions and opportunities to collaborate

A Kingdom Re-remembers Itself

This is indeed a dark brightening hour, when Black souls take flight,
As empires of white magic crumble beneath hulking sins.
This is the hour when melanin marks the excellence of our skin,
& we reverse the voyage home by digital, Transatlantic lights

Here ~ new harmonies rise: a Cave Canem choir,
Drummed in iambs, in hexameter fires of griots,
Conducted deftly by our Black Cornelius, bronzed Derricotte,
From mothers’ midnight dreams ~ breath | love | power

Our blue's ancestors foretold it: brand-new days, new themes,
Eras of trillionaire kingdoms ~ Benin… Mali rise supreme,
Canem built castles of Black word, Black philosophy,
Inlaid with golden crowns - Baldwin, Amiri, Giovanni & Langston’s dreams.

From this Time of the Fool, a brand new era awakened,
“Cave Canem,” we sing - now the call is: come home.
But, beware the big dawg - Brooklyn prowler, roamed alone,
Sniffing, barking, growling through our age of Gangster Poets.

You see? Pulitzers bloomed from grandmothers’ funeral prayers.
At Cave Canem, laureates remember sovereignty.
Elders paid, endured, and now invoke total Liberty.
Book Award finalists kneel & now rise as the Kingdom’s heirs.