his name was kenneth perenyi, and he would become my adoptive father.took me to the us where i spent the next 13 years. i was relieved to be out after about a year in the shrine. but there was a huge emptiness that could never be filled. i was still thinking about my togolese family, my birth family. but it was in my heart in my mind. i never stopped thinking about them. a few years later, my american dad and i agreed i should go and look for them. the charity that freed me helped me find my village and filmed my return. my family had no idea i was coming. i didn't even know if i would find all of them alive. i hadn't seen my mother since i was seven years old. ifound out i even had a little brother who i had never met. that day was so surreal. almost like a dream. now that i'm older, i feel ready to explore the cultural background of trokosi. it is practised in parts of ghana, togo and benin, by various ethnic groups, one of which is the ewe. i am driving into ghana's volta region, a lush area of lakes and rivers, where trokosi is most prevalent. right