In 1958 my mum and dad, pre-DC, aged 25, went to Tanganyika, from rural Cornwall (
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for a British Crown Service job.
After they'd settled for a week or so, aided by other local expats, they were visited one evening by a leading light of the expat community and a local 'chief' . Both politely wanted to know when M&D were going to take on servants, as it was the expected thing. Mum said she didn't see the need, but was then strongly persuaded by both parties! The locals preferred working primarily for white families, then maybe Indian families, and, last resort, local black families, in that order, because the white families paid best and demanded least!
So they ended up, by the time they left 8 years later (with me and my DB), with 4 servants; a garden boy ('boy' is a local term, used locally by the locals), a house boy, an ayah (nursemaid) and a driver. Mum was Memsahib, dad was Memsab. We played with their DC and spoke Swahili together.
It was the way it was!