Out of Africa

Woke up to this news bulletin:

"Kenya has recorded its first case of Ebola after the virus was diagnosed in a man who had arrived from the Democratic Republic of Congo, the government announced on Tuesday.

Congo has suffered a severe outbreak of Ebola, the second-largest on record, after cases began spreading, as early as January. More than 4,000 people have died of Ebola in the country since May, according to official figures.

The case in Kenya, found in a man who died on Monday in a private hospital in the capital, raised concern of a cross-border spread, though public health officials said that single cases could quickly be contained as long as the right measures were followed.

The man, a Kenyan citizen who had lived in Congo for seven years, became ill a month ago and had been treated at hospitals in Congo, the Kenyan cabinet secretary for health, Aden Duale, told a news conference. The authorities did not name the man.

The man had traveled by road to Uganda and then took a flight to Nairobi, the Kenyan capital, on Saturday, Mr. Duale said."

The key sentence is that last one. I'm supposed to be at that airport in Nairobi on Saturday.

So, the trip - long-planned with the amazing Israeli aid organization, IsraAid - may not happen. Smarter people than me are assessing.

I can go to Africa some other time. In the meantime, I hope and pray all Kenyans (and everyone there) are safe.