Written by Precious Nwosu Just like I do before writing any piece, I typed “safe sex” into Google’s search bar and as if in a race, widely cited definitions popped up on my screen within seconds. Wikipedia defined it as sexual activity using protective methods or contraceptive devices (such as condoms) to reduce the risk of transmitting or acquiring sexually transmitted infections (STIs), especially HIV. Although it was a textbook definition, it was nonetheless thoroughly researched. Up next was Health …
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