Khutsong's Lisa Dawn shines bright as a rising star in local music scene
The name 'Lisa Dawn' has a special meaning for the singer-songwriter. 'It started from a primary school play where I played a character named Elizabeth,' she shared. 'Everyone called me Lisa, and later I added 'Dawn' because I believe I bring light—just like the morning dawn.'
Raised in the North West, Lisa describes her childhood as vibrant and creative. She was actively involved in sports such as netball and sang in both her church and school choir. 'I used to sing during Sunday school and would lead songs during school assembly. Music has always been a part of me,' she said with a smile.
Lisa began writing her own songs in high school around 2018 after meeting rapper Sean Blunt at a school event. He introduced her to a local recording studio, marking the beginning of her professional music journey. 'It was tough at first. The studio setup was new, and I was still discovering my own style,' she admitted. 'I'm an R&B singer at heart, but I love exploring different genres.'
After a brief hiatus from recording due to feeling stuck in her progress, Lisa continued performing live and eventually returned to the studio. She collaborated on an Afro-pop track with Mgani The Vocalist, which received enthusiastic feedback from her local community.
She later formed a trio called Soul Healers, recording more songs, but after a creative conflict within the group, Lisa felt rejected and decided to relocate to Carletonville in 2022. There, her music journey flourished once again. She began working with Johannesburg-based producer Wizi Beats and was featured by an artist known as Finest.
Her growing network also led her to collaborate with Carletonville singer King Much Luv, who featured her in a music video that aired on national television—a major milestone in her budding career.
Lisa is currently working on her debut album and plans to release several singles in the coming months. She is not only a passionate singer and songwriter but also aspires to become a successful businesswoman.
Her message to young girls who dream of entering the music industry is one of self-belief:
'Be authentic, choose a platform where you feel safe to express yourself, and always listen to your inner voice,' she says. 'And above all—pray.'
Lisa was recently recognized at the Merafong City Music Awards for her dedication and contribution to the local music industry.
Connect with Lisa Dawn:
📱 Facebook: Nthabiseng Lisa
📸 Instagram: @lisa_dawn090
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