When you ask me about the bravery of the Nama women, I will tell you, it lies in stories untold, in her curves, when she sways, the wind moves with her, so certain in her walk, her bravery can never be missed, just one look at her face, the wrinkles that cover her face with of deep knowledge waving on her her face, her face, that was described by a writer from 1968 as “the nose is broad and barely distinguishable at its base, which appears ugly to us.”