 Today's throwback, how I'm going down the road, led to the renaming of a stream in colonial Lebanon. History is replete with the corruption of words and phrases at the confluences of civilizations. I remember as a voraciously reading youngster in Odio Lovo Mosinia at the dawn of, at the twilight of the 70th and the dawn of the 80s, how I learnt through an economics magazine article how the title Caesar, which originated from Julius Caesar's name and fame, and now it was mangled over civilizations to Czar in Russia, even colloquially elasticated and gendered to Zarina, Czar in Persia, that is today's Iran, Czar and much more across the different regions of the world. Folklor adds it that a white colonial officer once lived on the highest point or hill in a badong, popularly known as Baras Tower or Leipo, because of the spiral staircase carved on the hill to get to his top or Zarina. Reportedly, he had an aged jesha gate man, who he often told whenever he would want to take a stroll down the hill that he was going down the road. On one occasion, the white man had a visitor while he was out strolling down the road or lounging by the Agode Garden stream, the elderly gate man was reported to have told the visitor ʻibō ʻsinle ʻolō dan darū. The white man is not at home, he's gone down the road, meaning down the road. ʻibādan ʻis littered with such mispronounced words as names of prisons. ʻoke ʻshakwati ʻshepas ʻiel. ʻam kūdeti ʻis place ʻkōtokō. According to a report of our Reverend Indera, who started St. David's kūdeti, he was quoted to have said that the neighbor would give him to start the church. ʻkōtokōd ʻis two dete ʻkūdeti. That's the show for tonight. ʻI am Bola Oba.