So here we see an impoverished African woman with nothing to her name but a book and the clothes she's presumably just put in the washing machine.
We?! Speak for yourself. That's what you see.
I'm not sure why you would want to display such a deliberately strange and incoherent image.
I don't think it's strange or incoherent at all!
I identify with her and aspire to be like her. She's a mum, she looks comfortable, at home, grabbing 5 minutes so she can enjoy actually using her brain (yay!!) to read a book while also comforting her baby and doing the washing. As far as "me time" goes, this is as good as it gets in those early baby days.
I wonder if maybe she's been in bed doing skin to skin with her baby, to help with BFing. Or just relaxed and comfortable without clothes, at home with the baby. Or maybe the baby just puked on her, and she was going to put more books on but then the baby fell asleep, she saw the book and thought - fuck it! Sod going up stairs for clothes and waking the baby! This is a chance to catch up on the book I was reading before this baby was born and ate all my time!
Her house is warm and comfy. Her baby looks content and snuggly.
It's small, ordinary but magic moment in the life of a mum who knows what's important in life (books and happy babies but not unnecessary conventions like clothes when no ones looking!).
I love it.