March 22, 2013
By Firdose Moonda
The grass is overgrown. As he steadies himself to plant his pass, water squelches from under his boots. Some of it sprays as high as his elbows. His team-mate slips. They try again.
Miles away, the outfield is smooth as carpet, and woven as tightly. A few quick darts and nothing more quickly bringd him to the goalmouth. He scores.
Those are the contrasting worlds Kei Kamara operates in. To the first, in Sierra Leone, belongs his heart. To the second, first ...