“We are too poor to afford an education, but unless we have an education we will always be poor”
Those words explain why the Red Rubber Ball Foundation exists – to provide opportunities for young people across Africa, but primarily in Kenya, to get a full education.
We believe that ‘anything is possible … if you put your mind to it’.
Through these four main projects and the support of individuals, families, companies and schools in the UK and beyond, children get that chance to escape poverty once and for all.
Our sponsors have given nearly 150 bright young people the chance to complete their education and reach their full potential.
The only school in Kenya with its own cycling club, provides an opportunity for children in Kibera to have fun, learn skills and build confidence.
Our students are matched with business leaders who become their mentor and help them pursue their ambitions.
The Red Rubber Ball Foundation was set up by Neil Kirby – here he explains why we do what we do. Our efforts are all voluntary – Neil gives 5% of his business income to the Foundation + an even greater % of his time.
This means that all fundraising, governance and admin costs are fully covered.
So we can guarantee that every penny donated goes 100% to these projects.
The Red Rubber Ball Foundation is an independent charity, with no political, tribal or religious allegiance. We have supported boys and girls from all backgrounds in 20 of the 47 counties of Kenya. Our only criteria is that they need our help.
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